Gathion the Brown, Druid of the Third Circle, sighed and looked to his friends. “It seems cruel to do this to them, but it seems I have little choice.” At the mouth of the frost rimmed cave, he knelt down, poured our a handful of earth from his belt bag and made two small piles from it. Then he added a handful of seeds to each and spoke a prayer.
A minute later, he was harvesting barley from a stand of that grain and picking apples from a small fruit tree. He looked sad as he brought his bounty to share with his friends. “They will all be dead by morning,” he said quietly. ” The tree and grain gave their lives for us, I can only hope the Green Mother does not look ill upon my use of her blessing.”
Blessed Soil of the Green Mother
This soil is black and rich, moist and smells of growing things. It is usually kept in sealed clay jars or bags of oiled leather.
Read the rest of this entry ?