Vereesa, sua cu doce linda! (L)

          "Frustrated, the ranger stepped away from the dwarf and his mount, daring to survey some of the enshrouded hills and trees. Even with her superior eyesight most resembled little more then black shapes. That oly served to make her surroudings feel more oppressive and dangerous, even though there might not be an orc for miles.

          Her sword still sheathed, Vereesa ventured farther. She came upon a pair of gnarled trees, still alive but just barely. Touching each in turn, the elf could feel their weariness, their readiness to die. She could also sense some of their history, going far back before the terror of the Horde. Once, Khaz Modan had been a healthy land, one where, Vereesa knew, the hill dwarves and others had made their homes. The Dwarves, however, had fled under the relentless onslaught of the orcs, vowing someday to return.
          The trees, of course, could not flee.
          For the hill dwarves, the day of return would come soon, the elf felt, but by then it would probably be too late for these trees and many like them. Khaz Modan was a land needing many, many decades to recoup - if it ever could.
          "Courage," she whispered to the pair. "A new Spring will come, I promise you." In the language of the trees, of all plants, Spring meant not only a season, but also hope in general, a renewal of life.
          As the elf stepped back, both trees looked a little straighter, a little taller. The effect of her words on them made Vereesa smile. The greater plants had methods beyond even the ken of the elves through which they communicated with one another. Perhaps her encouragement would be passed on. Perhaps some of them would survive after all. She could only hope.
          Her brief rapport with the trees lightened the burden on both her mind and heart. The rocky hills no longer felt so foreboding. The elf moved along more readily now, certain that matters would yet turn out for the best, even in regards to Rhonin."

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