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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 649678" data-attributes="member: 113">Okay, even if this is just a drop in the proverbial bucket, it's written and I want to get it posted. Surielle's intro is almost done, and then we can get on with the actual adventure.--------------------------------------------Surielle - 5th of Chander, yr. 144 A.V.Surielle, accompanied by her new friend Snowmelt, moved forward following the final directions from Agnes. Ahead lay a circular grove of trees, sequoias so thick that Surielle would need two sisters if she hoped to wrap arms around the trunk. Night approached, but she had felt the presence of the place, and pushed on with eagerness. Snowmelt must have sensed something as well. As they moved, she would dart ahead and quickly move back with excitement. Surielle tried to reach out and calm her, but Snowmelt would not slow down. The silence had an eerie quality to it, probably the source of Snowmelt’s irritation. Surielle felt it as well – the unnatural silence and the sensation that they were being watched. Sensing there was nothing to be done, she sighed and moved forward.The skyline opened as they moved into the grove, revealing the moon in all of her glory. The pair moved forward, marveling at the cultivated trees and plants. Even in the moonlight, Surielle could tell that caring hands had worked the land with considerable skill.She was pulled from her investigation by a slight groaning from a nearby tree. She watched with amazement as an older man in ivory robes simply stepped out of the tree as if it were a doorway and not a massive column of wood. Surielle stood there, her mouth agape, but no words issued forth. Snowmelt also remained quiet, stopping to look at the man in silence. He smiled at the two of them with obvious compassion.“Child, you have come to us. We welcome you.”“How did you…?” Surielle began to ask, then remembered the red-and-gold amulet that clasped her cloak together. “The hour grows late. Please follow me, and I will introduce you to the Sisterhood.”</blockquote>

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