The Guardian of the Grove lowers its vast head over Goat and presses one sealed forelimb to the earth. Silver light threads through the grass as if answering a vow.
Silver. His silver, the in between, the liminal spaces, his domain.
Guardian of the Grove
Yes. This threshold knows you.
Goat drinks in the blade, and moon-cold warmth floods through him. His fur catches the light, shimmering with a faint metallic sheen.
Hilda
By the old roots... it is healing him.
Snag
That goat is not a goat.
The Guardian bows deeper, its crystal wounds knitting shut, each fracture sealing like frost on water. The grove seems to hold its breath around them.
Guardian of the Grove
Grow, little threshold-walker. The wild remembers its own.
+ Story Quest Added
Become healed by the Guardian of the Grove
+ Story Quest Added
Learn why the Guardian calls Goat a threshold-walker
“*Do goat things I guess* (Don't eat anything that would be rude to eat tho)”
SUCCESS (Legendary scream, rolled +0)
The golden hush breaks. Goat throws back his head and lets loose a raw, thunderous bleat that shakes the silver grass flat around his hooves.
The Guardian answers at once, not with words, but with a bright pulse through the canopy, and the light in Goat’s chest flares in rhythm with it.
Guardian of the Grove
Yes... little threshold-walker. Your cry opens the way between what was and what may be.
Warm radiance knits through Goat’s limbs and horns alike. The strange metal sheen deepens, then settles, as if the grove has finished deciding what he is.
Hilda
Saints preserve us. It is blessed.
Snag
I knew it. I knew the goat was a sign.
Guardian of the Grove
He is healed, and he is known. But the name asks a question, Goat. Will you cross what waits beyond the root-gate?
Quest Complete
Become healed by the Guardian of the Grove