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It was dark inside the tree. The morning sunlight was subdued by a rim of clouds that lay along the horizon, and by the time it had filtered through this and the leafy canopy overhead and made its way into Tomasyn’s chamber, there was very little of it left.
Tomasyn’s mother shook her a second time. “Wake up,” she said gently. “There is something important you must begin today.”
Tomasyn rolled over, pulling the blanket of woven plant fibers tightly around her neck. “I’ll do it laaattteer mom.”
“Twillit is here now.”
Tomasyn sat up in bed and looked around the chamber, bleary-eyed. Twillit was the leader of the local colony of fairies, as much as it could be said that they had one. Tomasyn was not sure what was going on but knew that she would have to get up, and she did so now. She stood, stretched, flapped her wings a few times, and descended the narrow staircase behind her mother, groggily scratching herself. Twillit was waiting in the front chamber. She stood rather than sat, but she wore a relaxed expression as she turned to face her hosts.
“Serale and good morning,” she said. Tomasyn blinked the sleep out of her eyes and then said “Serale” in return.
“I will get straight to the point. This brightening you will be unbound. This morning as a matter of fact. I have a mission for you and it is time for you to learn Druidism in preparation for it.”
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