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{ルカ}❧
The Alurune’s heart sinks as her digits roam the bark’s roughened surface; reverently, as if holding onto something forever absent.
❝The great tree is… dying.❞
A sympathetic look is cast toward lofty boughs overhead. Overall appearances are indicative of the truth to the pinkette’s words. Once green leaves have begun to wilt and fall from Ophiuchus’ branches. It is an omen which bodes ill for the future.
Charlotte’s eyes fell upon the dying tree, leaf after leaf falling to the ground and collecting below her feet. It was eerily quiet as onlookers joined around its trunk: no doubt everyone was pondering what this could mean for their future. One stranger spoke, stating what they all knew to be true: the tree was dying, and quickly.
“I wonder if it can be restored at all.” And if so, what would they have to do to ensure that outcome? Certainly its sudden decay meant that something unwanted was looming on the horizon, but Charlotte needed to know if it could be reversed. “I don’t want to sit around waiting to find out what will happen to us... What do you think it means?”















