caduceus, afraid to ask for anything, kneeling quietly and holding his staff and praying “I have been afraid of whether or not you would answer; and if you answered, what it would even mean. but right now, this needs to be done and we need to walk out of this place and these creatures need to be freed. if you are there, please help us free these innocent creatures caught between life and death. and if you’re not there, I beseech whatever can hear me, whatever is here, just help us, please.”,,, caduceus not feeling the wildmother’s familiar warmth, but feeling warmth elsewhere,,, caduceus feel the rock and the stone, and the vine, and the moss, and the trees, and the ferns, and all the life that the wildmother once overlooked still carrying her presence,,, impossible amounts of root and tree beginning to break through and climb the inside of the chamber they’re all in,,,















