Spirits and Trees

The talk among the group that Islana had been assigned to was the body which was found. The hope that the "poor soul" found peace and didn't linger in the middle ground between the living and the dead.

Islana's own personal beliefs were that no living being should have to linger in that place. Her father had not raised her with much spiritual knowledge and never spoke of beliefs. Her life after her father's house with Lord Vasant had been one of the servants discussing such matters in those rare free moments which Islana never seemed to have much of.

She knew she had certain abilities that had no real explanation beyond that of something that maybe wasn't of the mortal world but she didn't understand it enough to make comments on it. So, Islana just nodded and agreed with the group.

As the talk with the group continued, one by one grew quiet as it became clear the guard had someone circled. Islana made her way over, seeing the man in the middle. The man was talking about the trees. How the trees told him to do it. How the trees spoke to him.

Islana thought there might be more to this. When the man looked directly at Islana. Islana spoke to him, gently. "What do the trees say?" The answer might matter, it might not but just staring at this man was not productive. There was no danger to her, she was almost certain of that.