An Indecisive Dedicant

[ForeverGinger 148]

A small Halfling sits perched on a stump outside the Druid's Grove, his tiny legs dangling above the tall grass. He gazes vacantly past the road, as if deep in thought. If a member of the Order were to pass by him, the Halfling would turn and ask them a question in his ever-cheery voice.

 

"'Elo there mista' (or miss') Drood. Wot did'ja doo fer yer Grand Task?"

[mitto 2312]

The Bee Druid would wonder past, putting a pinger to his chin trying to remember.

 

"Ah! No that wasn't it..."

 

He bobs his head thinking, standing there lost in thought for at least a solid ten minutes, frozen in time and thought. So still that birds would lands and depart from various parts of his body as if he was a tree, or a statue.

 

"Oh yeah I just turned a field into a forest, brought life to where it was once sparse, made home for animals."

[Space 2335]

"Not a Druid, but I made an anthology of Druid poems." a bearded elf yells up.

[Dohvi 622]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.