The sound of a sigh moved through the branches of the assembled Huorn. It might have been a breath being released after years, or it might have been a whisp of wind. A sensation too strong to be called joy filled Lim at the sight of her. An Entwife. It was on the mind of every Huorn there, a feeling of shock, happiness and...rightness, stronger, certainly, than anything Lim could ever remember feeling. Although now she was here he found he could remember more than ever before. It felt like she had breathed life into him, like the sigh of the wind.
He listened intently to what she was saying. Firmly she stressed her agreement witht these two-leggers, the ones that had come before, Lim knew. Recognition was probably another gift that she had given him. She said how the Huorn should do what these humans told them to do. With an unshakable feeling that the world, at last, had come perfectly right, he silently pledged allegiance. With more windlike murmurs exercising voices that many had forgotten they posessed, oak, ash, beech and birch bowed to the humans.
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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