After a tenday, the mourning voice became silent.
However, the priestess raised her voice once more. Facing the Golden Tree.
My words are with the blowing winds.
My words are with the flowing water.
My words are with the nourishing earth.
My words are with the warmth of the sun
and the calming light of the moon.
Please, hear my words, Lord of the Leaves.
We had faced many difficulties.
We had overcome many obstacles.
We were not waverring.
We are standing strong.
Like the words you had teached us.
Like the seldarin had teached us.
I ask for your blessing.
I ask for your guidance.
The winter is leaving us. Soon he will fade.
A dryad gave her life, and the hole is deep.
Guardians of nature of other faiths....are....
barking to each other. Caring more about politics…
I fear about their paths.
I ask for your guidance.
I ask for your blessing.
The land is moruning.
The Omens I will watch.
The trees will ever bloom again.
The growth of budds will come.
Rillifane Rallathil. I'm yours.
Naer'eanque.
During the rite a wooden bowl was filled with dried berries, acorns and various nuts.
An offer for Rillifane and the other forces of nature.
The small animals, like squirrels and rabbits, would take their share.
Maybe also birds, like jays, would had something to take away and enjoy.
Nourishing the smallest, would strenght the forest as a whole.
In the understanding of the red-haired priestess, a first step was made on the slow transistion from winter to spring.
Later at night a small group of three elves were gathered. Acompanied by a big cat.
The last look at the tree after the ritual.