((Months ago, you met a beautiful maiden in the forest. Every time you've visited you met in the same spot, and never moved much, preferring to just talk, and do simple tasks.)) You meet her again, deciding to surprise her by meeting her early. However, you don't see her. Not odd, she might be getting ready, but you have never been inside before, nothing more than the tent that you have brought on occasion. Deciding to wait, you sit down on a log. Slowly, the moon reached over the trees, and shines brightly onto a white oak. It shines and glimmers like shards of silver. Sobbing can be heard as mist spreads across the ground from knots and holes in the tree. You stand, seeing the silhouettes of two figures. One you know is Veshtari, your love. The other is a tall, and noble-looking man. "Do not cry my daughter, the pain will end, and you are loved." the voice is deep and reassuring. You're shocked that as the mist fades, Veshtari kneels on the ground, still sobbing, appearing there out of the tree like magic, though the man is gone.