Chapter 132: The Glade's First Question
The Beckoning Glade did not become tame. Under the Guild's patient, unintrusive companionship, it became interested. The pearl-white light of hungry mirroring stabilized into a soft, dappled aurora that shifted with the moods of the team at its edge. The single bramble with its red berry was joined by others a cluster of nodding harebells, a patch of mint that released its scent only when someone nearby was feeling particularly confused. The glade was cultivating a garden of responses, moving beyond reflection into something like… conversation.
