Tree Spirit Tries To Get My Attention

I did not pull out my great great great Aunt’s name at first. My oak was busy – overflowing with the strangest people. I did not know who to speak to anyway – who could advise me? A tree spirit nudged my foot from the middle of the oak. What’s holding you back? She asked me. Follow them! I had no idea why they were traveling down my tree’s knot hole. But I was not about to be tricked; grandma did not raise a dummy. I paraded around the fey world I could touch outside. It was enough.