The journey back to the Grove was slow, careful, and filled with quiet reverence. Days passed as Lira, Serelyth, and Renkai moved through forests, plains, and narrow passes, always mindful of the twirling vine that floated gently around Lira's arm. Its luminescent tendrils responded to her touch, coiling protectively when gusts of wind threatened to disturb it, and gently pulsing with life as if it knew the purpose awaiting it.
When at last the familiar green expanse of the Grove came into view, Lira felt a surge of relief and anticipation. The snow still glittered softly, and the air carried the scent of growing plants, mingled with the warmth of sunlit moss. Every step toward the young trees caused the vine to stir more actively, its spiral motion quickening as if sensing the fertile soil and the trees' tender roots.
