A 4th tree joined the group of 3...a stately Jeffrey Pine
, which can be distinguished from other pines by the vanilla scent of it's bark. Chocolate was Dryadia's choice of scents, but since pines don't come in chocolate
scent, the Jeffrey Pine became this dryad's chosen tree. The frolicsome tree nymph
pranced over to the threesome, and after noticing a reeking
'Rancid' odor; Dryadia dribbled some nice fresh vanilla-scented pine pitch on the unfortunate Oak, to neutralize the smell.
"Much better", Dryadia sighed with relief, as Oak
awoke with a start, wondering why he was feeling rather damp and sticky.
Just then a warm wind began to blow, and all turned to see an owl
approaching, wearing a regal purple cloak...It was Alferian.
"Warm welcome my friends" Alferian began... "It is with great and heavy sadness that I pass on to you news of our own Piastra, also known as: Chalcedoni, Chalci, Carragh, Pepper, (and many other descriptive names); has passed away to the Summerlands."
"Piastra told me that Samhain was her spiritual birthday. Since the veil was thin, I hope she passed over easily." Dryadia solemnly added.
respectfully chimed in: "I hope indeed wherever her soul is, she's swathed in crushed velvet of many colours, surrounded by ice-cream and "rubber ducky" cocktails and chocolate and laughing because she now knows what is beyond."
"We should have a Pub Crawl in her memory!" exclaimed Oak.
"...so that her eloquence and wit and her raucous humour will live on..." Beith added.
"Let us light a wickerman
bonfire in remembrance of Piastra, for all her friends to gather around like moths to a flame." suggested Tinne.
And so it began...the telling of tales about Selchies, Dragons, Chocolate, and...