Guardian of the Grove
The void retreats before your hunger, little wanderer. You are a vessel of wild growth, not destruction.
The Guardian lowers its immense, mossy head until it rests mere inches from the goat. A soft, golden warmth spreads from the entity, wrapping around the goat like a summer sun.
Hilda
Look at him. The amethyst haze is gone. He is just... breathing.
Goat
The clover smells cleaner here than anywhere else in the mountains.
Snag
My god is not a bomb. He is just a very hungry, very large goat.
The forest hums in approval. A single, perfect blade of silver grass sprouts from the soil directly in front of the goat, swaying slowly as if beckoning him to graze.
+ Scene Quest Added
Graze on the silver grass
“*The goat looks concerned, what if I'm both? Or what if I have been both, what if I'm afraid of becoming a blight again?*”
SUCCESS (Superb Willpower, rolled +1)
The silver blade trembles, then bends toward Goat like it recognizes him.
A pulse of warm light passes through his chest, not burning, only testing. Something old in the grove listens.
Goat
What if I am both?
The fear rises, sharp as thorns, but it does not take root. Goat stands in it and stays himself.
Guardian of the Grove
Not blight. Not wound. A shape the wild can keep.
Hilda
He is not breaking. He is resisting.
Snag
Then the god eats grass, and we all stop panicking.
The silver grass unfurls another inch, bright as moonlit metal, and the grove falls quiet around Goat.
Quest Complete
Graze on the silver grass