"Lady Sapphron?"
Fatiya looks all over Tirna Vaal. She checks the wildseed pools, and the open field where Sapphron exercises sometimes. She checks the boughs above, in case the living druid has taken flight.
Finally, she thinks of Dreamweaver's peculiar wildseed. She's heard of the soul within bonding to Sapphron—everyone has. Normally Sapphron busies herself, seeking to help the grove every way she can. That's even why Fatiya keeps such a close eye on her; she's constantly running herself ragged.
But maybe...?
Fatiya returns to the tree Dreamweaver has been keeping the wildseed in. The soul within is weak and racked with nightmares, and he doesn't like to expose it to the elements unsupervised.
When Fatiya peers inside though, the wildseed is gone. She panics, but then spots its glow behind a curtain. Gently peeling it back, she finds both of her missing charges.
Sapphron, curled up and asleep, the wildseed cradled in her arms. Its energy softly pulses, content with the arrangement. Sapphron looks more peaceful than she has in days.
Fatiya's worry melts away, replaced with tickled delight. She finds a blanket and gently covers the pair, smiling brighter as Sapphron curls even more snugly around her bonded wildseed.
Now that she's looking for it, the happy energy is almost suffocating. "You poor, strange soul," Fatiya muses, laying a hand against the wildseed. "Whatever must have befallen you...?"
Her eyes move from seed to druid. Fatiya smiles again. "And you, Lady Sapphron? Your pain mirrors theirs... I wonder..."
Shaking her head, Fatiya steps away. She returns once with some food, but otherwise leaves the unlikely friends to their nap.
