>>5310313Willow's face lights up as the conversation drifts to the topic of her faith. "Don' much know what'cha mean by that, lady. If yer axin' what the Forest Queen is all 'bout, I'd be right happy ta tell ya'." You lean in, which she takes as an expression of interest. Adopting a more formal inflection, she transitions into an enthused rigmarole that you surmise to be well-practiced.
"Our Lady of the Forest is goddess of the woods, an' all the life in 'em. She teaches that wilds're good, an' how folk can live as one with nature." Willow slaps her hand against the trunk of the tree behind her. "We guard the trees an' plant new ones, an' wallop anyone that hunts down critters just fer sport, like the black-bloods."
Mielikki's dogma sounds vaguely familiar. Her ways resemble the lessons contained within the literature that you consumed just last night, <span class="mu-i">The Pretty Princess of Myth Drannor.</span> "And you feed the forest friends, and talk with them?" You inquire, raising an eyebrow. "Like the 'squirrels?'" Willow rubs the back of her neck and stares you down whilst sporting an expression of deep concern. "Wha-?" Clearing her throat, she musters a smile, she places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze, an act which catches you by surprise. "We sure do, sweetheart. We sure do."
