The Sanctity of the Forest
A delicately eerie feeling of Namaste greeted Gnomstar as she stood silently
Revering the sanctity of the forest, feeling awed and honored
No mere mortal had ever seen the spiritual lights of the evening maiden.
Being a gnome elfling meant she was one of the few to ever see it.
Was she sensing it or actually seeing it? This was unclear.
Whatever was happening had activated all six of her senses.
She was thrilled to be given the experience, knowing it could not be explained.
It had to be lived, and only a very few were given the honor of this
Knowing without knowing how you know.
She knew she would never be the same.
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