Ts Grazyeli Silva Patched

“To build a table that doesn’t exist yet. And then decide who sits at it.”

Ts approached, feeling the life of the forest wane with each step. She placed her hand upon the fawn’s forehead, feeling its frantic heartbeat. Remembering the herbs her mother taught her to use for fevers, she crushed a leaf of and pressed it against the fawn’s wound. The fungus recoiled, and the fawn’s breath steadied. ts grazyeli silva

“Master, the Veil… it’s being torn down. The forest is dying!” she pleaded. “To build a table that doesn’t exist yet