by Erica Carlisle » Thu May 17, 2018 12:43 am
The grove itself was quiet but carried a wild feeling that spoke to Sam's other side. The trees were very much alive, but carved with all manner of symbols of power signifying all of the contracts that Erica had cut in her long life. New trees were growing on the edge of the grove, not yet big enough to sport carvings of their own. From deeper in the grove, Sam caught sight of a version of Erica, peering at her from behind a tree.