Terridan, Arhuine and Gillhach falling into trance

Sacred Grove
You stand now at the bottom of a low hill. Standing atop the hill are two magnificent trees, both resembling the mellyrn all around you, but each distinctly different. The first is completely silver in color, glowing bark and leaves both. Its twin, likewise, is entirely a golden color, including its shimmering bark. In the light of the sun, this golden tree reflects the light in such a way as to illuminate the entire grove with its golden light.The air here is more tranquil than you have ever felt elsewhere. As you enter the grove, it becomes impossible to harbor even the slightest feelings of anger, violence, or hatred as the peace here overwhelms your senses. In your relaxed state, you see a bracelet resting below one of the tapestries here.

You feel a presence here, the shadows of the world of Elven Dreams are almost tangible around you. Perhaps, if you were to 'dream' yourself, you could join them?

For the while Arhuine remains aloof, off in the trees.

Terridan walks down the path slowly, looking around with a calm, yet sorrowful glance. As he sees Talia, he quickly moves over towards her, and kneels next to her, "Cousin..." He looks at his cousin for a moment, then lays next to her, closing his eyes, and moving into a deep medidation.

Arhuine strides slowly but purposefully up the hill. She seems deep in thought.

Atop the hill, where the tall twinned trees stand, so does a maiden sit, bathed in the light that they reflect. She sits hunched, shrouded in a grey cloak, a distant look in her eyes.

A brief flash shows in the Istyara's eyes. Anger. Her normal frown deepens. Drawing to a halt, eyes upon the ground before her, she seems to become lost in thought. She closes her eyes and falls into a deep and quiet meditation.

Eyes snapping into focus quiet suddenly, the maid starts. Jumping to her feet, she looks to the Istyara. A frown creasing her own brow, Gillhach (that is who it is) narrows her eyes slightly, though there is no such anger in her mind. As Arhuine sinks into her trance, so does the maid seat herself once more, eyes downcast, gathering her cloak up about her.