Ah, spring. The most beautiful season. You, a fellow Bishop of the Old Faith, walked around Darkwood to visit the youngest Bishop, Leshy.

Reaching Leshy’s cult, you smelled the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Spring truly was here. His cultists guided you to the gardens where you saw Leshy watering his beloved flower shrubs.

Leshy too was blooming. Camellia’s blooming from his bushy skin with some berries. You called his name and he turned around, tilting his head.

“ Who’s there? “

He couldn’t see. Of course. Due to his eye being ripped out from The One Who Waits.. so he relied on his hearing to understand who was infront of him, listening to their unique voice and unique footsteps.. everyone was different.

“ Oh. It’s you- Welcome. Come, my roses are blooming. “