Friendship is a sheltering tree

In an empty room, but for a lone girl sitting cross legged on the floor, sweeps an eerie silence. Her eyes are wide awake with the chill shining of cool blue, and in the neck slopes a loosley knotted bundle of fair hair. Her hands are resting on the table top in front of her. There lies her deck of nature's guidance. In silence guidance the Hornbeam and White Willow showes them selves turned to face down. In answer to her plea of regret and redemption does Hornbeam answer:

Most holy sanctum

Innermost kernel

For which you are ready to die

For which you are not quite ready to live

Protect the flame

You are made of secrecy

Master's silent servant

She sees the answer in bewildered relief. Its message clear in her heart. She was right to hold her ground, no matter how tempting it would have been to let her mercy turn the blind eye. The White Willow confirms that her well being depended on this refusal of kindness.

Don't think, don't ask, just dance

Move through life

Like a drop of water

Falling, flowing, rising, drifting

Constrict your boundaries

Fly, plunge, run, stop!

Always mirror your inner light

The second referring to her own sanity, puzzles her even as much as her regret. To withdraw from a kinship, even by just cause seems an invitation of pain and darkness, Yet here lies the relief she seeks. Out of mind, out of sight - delivered sanctum.