To those that remained in the Grove as the others boarded their vessels to move into a new realm, they might see a strange creature, one not previously seen among the brush. An ancient, decrepit squirrel wandered through the undergrowth, albino and white as snow. To those that attempted to commune with it, he would have no words, no sentences- except one.
"Guide owl Home."
The great-great-great-great-great grandchild of a squirrel that once graced the figure of the Owl would sit nearby, watching Taynei, Owl, and the others ready themselves. It would follow them up from the Undergrove to the Fae Ring, meandering across the stone and wooden steps with the same slowness of an old man. It slowly climbed a small tree, more a bush really, near the Fae Circle, its red eyes blinking hard with each bright flash of green. When the deed was done, it turned slowly as the waves of Druidic Energies crashed over the realm of Arcas.
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Over the coming days and weeks, the abandoned Grove would be the home of a growing number of squirrels. Much like the Druids who felt the pulse of pure agony, these squirrels mourned. Though there were no eyes to see, no ears to hear, none except those of the Aspects themselves, these creatures gathered. Perhaps some working of a soul long passed through into the Eternal Forest, they cautiously wandered into the Fae Ring where Owl passed on. They filled it, day after day, with all sorts of seeds- pinecones, acorns, sweetgums, samaras, pods, and nuts. The pile grew and grew until even the mushrooms composing the circle were hidden beneath them. At last, the albino squirrel emerged once more, leading a small pack of others that carried a long lost length of wood. After centuries separated from its master, the length of a long-dead Mother Tree branch would be dead itself. An unpolished emerald sat still clasped in a claw-like vice at the top of this stick, the length covered in brown and shriveled vines. The elder squirrel would seem to direct the others to the pile, and after several moments of struggle, the Staff of the Squirrel Druid, lost to the ages yet maintained by a line of squirrels still in some ways bound to the realm beyond, was placed within the last mortal destination of the Owl Druid. An eternal monument to her memory.
Blessed be.
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