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[Zendella Smythe]

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Zendella was worried her mother had been sad and crying from time to time for days.

Something bad had happened and the grief stricken Wisty seemed terribly upset about current events. She placed her small hand on her mothers shoulder shaking it gently.

Mama! Mama! Wake up! Wisteria awoke to see the small face of Zendella peering down at her. She sat up in her bed. The sun was late in the sky and Wisty knew she had slept longer than she should. Yet her night had been torturous.

A visit from her sister had been most unpleasant, one that she would like to forget completely. Yet as she looked at Zendella a plan came to mind and she decided she would do as told but even more so.. She stroked the soft head of her child. Zendella I have done so much for your safety, I hope the Regent accepts my help so that I may see thee live to grow up.

Rising the former druid walked softly to the porch of their small but humble home. Staring out on the dead trees of this land she felt a soft wind surround her. It comforted Wisty, it made her feel renewed. Lord Oaks was still upon this land, though he had faded with time she could feel him still within herself. Zendella looked up at her mother and ran after a wisp that sparkled not far from their home. They were all over the wisps, they softly spoke amongst one another. Zendella copied the sounds they made with great accuracy, she could copy any sound, any voice, she had a strange gift

Wisty loved her children greatly and she would do anything for them. That had been proven time and again. So turning and sighing resignedly she walked inside the home, she had a letter to write.