Floating

The Library

It's a familiar feeling to wander those halls, with knowledge left open to the wind, like a library without a roof, leaving thought open to the elements. But these books are seeds and these elements, essential. For it is from this land that magic grows. But simply speak with her, and it is clear these seeds are not simply sprouting, for she is a forest in her own right. A haunted forest, who is home to the fey, and the creatures here are all at her call. And in the night, the heavy medicine is brewed beneath her branches, and she calls forth every manner of beast to spread her arms across this land. And from this forest flows a river, that brings heady life and cool rejuvenation. It is peopled by the mer, Nyad children who are laden with new philosophy out to the shores of our common world. She is rich in ways none can denounce for wear you a cross or a hammer, star or spectacles, all may see the influence she bares. Every spirit that walks that sacred land can carry her name upon their lips and seek respite in this forest, and each face seen in kind... for this copse of elder growth is the home of a library left open to the wind