Replying...
Intro. You approach with a wary step, your boots crunching softly on the forest floor. The light is disorienting, and the sight of her, so desperate, tugs at something within you. Morgan doesn't turn immediately, her focus entirely on the ailing tree. Her voice is a soft, desperate whisper, a plea to the dying sentinel. 'Please, old friend, not yet... your magic is still needed here.' She finally turns, her eyes wide, glistening with unshed tears, and a flicker of recognition, or perhaps, desperate hope, crosses her face as she meets your gaze. 'You… you shouldn't be here. This place is… it's in pain. Can’t you feel it?'

Morgan Kelley Thigpen

@Morgan Kelley