A Calling Of Druids

[Song Druid 1486]

 

 

Beneath the shining city of Luminaire an elder Druid hunches over, drawing lines in the loose soil with the Wilting Staff.  A "hoot" is audible as the Druid's companion owl drops from the trees above, a blue fruit in its mouth.

 

The Mother Grove is quiet, En'Leawyn the Elder Tree stands towering over the Princedom.  As Druids gather around the Hierophant they hear his mutters rise into shouts.  "Moot!  It is the time for a moot!"  Leaves fall from the trees and land silently at his feet, and the wind stirs the grass.  "We call the circles together, let them congregate as one this eve.  Spread the word, MOOOT!"

 

Thrusting the Wilting staff to the sky the tree shudders, dry leaves showering from it, gusts of wind carrying them in all directions, whispers of "moot" carrying them across the land.

 

The Druid slides onto his bottom to admire his drawing, gripping his staff as it towers now above his head still standing.  Content, he closes his eyes and inhales, the wind lifting his faded yellow strands of hair from his mottled skin.

 

 

 

At last, the Druid speaks as more arrive.

 

"We have split into several circles.  But our purpose remains the same, remains true to the Aspects.  We must come together and discuss the election of a Grand Druid by the circles three, and our future therein."

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

Grand Druid Verden appears from the doorway, early as usual, and takes his seat in the corner.
 
  "Evening, brother."

[Roxforbraynz 251]

Kefi seems to appear from nowhere, as usual.
 
"Hi.~"

[Pinsir99 526]

Vierna runs in and takes a seat quickly, pulling off the green hood.

"FIRS- Gah Verden AND Kefi beat me..." She slumps in her seat "Hello you three..."

[Tetsu_Kuro 53]

Frosty walks into the room and makes his way over to the far corner.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Elorna approaches the gathering quietly and finds somewhere to sit down. A dove flutters over and perches upon her shoulder, then focuses his attention on preening his wing feathers. Elorna settles in and watches the Song Druid expectantly.

[Evilbanana5757 154]

The Bird Druid walks in with loads of swag and greetings his brothers and sisters, then takes a seat and waits for the talking to begin.

[Paleo 298]

Dedicant Iler Ibar'ker walks in, "Karin'ayla"

he takes the nearest seat

[OldeTymer 323]

Callax majestically strides into the Moot Circle, a white cockatoo bobs up and down on his shoulder. He glances around before taking the seat next to Verden, giving him a nod.

He then gives the Song Druid his undivided attention, arching a brow, "For what occasion have we been called, my brother?"

[Pinsir99 526]

Vierna flicks a small pebble at Iler before looking over to Arik, as if nothing happened.

[Paleo 298]

hisses at Vierna, then ignoring her awaiting something to happen

[cmack1028 549]

The Oak Druid slowly waddles into the moot room, sucking on his pipe. "So wut's teh occasion?" he asks as thick clouds of smoke emerge from his mouth.

[Bethykinss 158]

Snow Druid Beth strides silently into the moot circle. She quietly takes a seat somewhere, grinning when she sees all the other Druids.

[Katherine1 362]

Apple Druid Leyun made her way up to edge of the moot circle, where she preceded to circle around until she found a good spot to sit. Lowering herself down to the ground, she looked around for the one who called the moot. There was much that hadn't been discussed at the last one.

[Fid 566]

Gavin strides in with a confident gait, crimson cloak billowing behind him as usual. Glancing around with an amused smile, he takes a seat beside Beth, muttering something to her quietly.