Time rewinds to the time when Lysatos was sleeping.
The elf king walked with light steps in the small building by the lake, the two sides of the internal affairs and studies dragged father and daughter 10 days have not seen each other, he was looking forward to hear the crisp bell laughter to soothe the mind.
Since Drusillia became the apprentice of the Golden Dragon, she moved out of the palace attic on the grounds that it was too noisy, and built a fine residence by the lake to live alone. This makes the old father a little worried, the form within the green capital is slightly calmer than before, but the silent glances between the temple followers and faithless compatriots, and the raw and cold greetings, everything indicates that the conflict has been buried deep, just waiting for the day to explode.
Although the small lakeside building is close to the territory of the White Mane King, and there are often unicorns strolling past, the Elf King is deeply aware of their slowness to the world's machinations.
Arriving at his destination, the Elf King let the heavily armed guards wait on the outskirts and stepped in alone. The room was small and the Elf King made sure his daughter wasn't there after a quick look around, so he didn't really want to go back and talk long and stinky nonsense to the elders this afternoon anyway, so he simply found a chair and sat down.
He carefully examined his daughter's room, Drusillia hobby poetry, drama, painting and all ranger activities. Now some changes, the bookshelves are less than half of the poetry books, the rest are long lyrical poems on the theme of the forest or life, but instead, various versions of plants, animal illustrations occupy a full row.
The inner wadding of the mattress from velvet into honey grass leaves, more peculiar is that both the balcony flower beds doubt the weeds in the cracks of the ground, are defying the general rule not to grow towards the sun, but close to the bed, as if to caress the beauty sleeping on it.
The elf king was amused by his own imagination, suddenly found the bed moved a little, he calmly back two steps, thinking he should let the guards check again before entering. A pair of small, soulful eyes peeked out from under the covers. A red-striped curly-tailed squirrel, the elf king relaxed his shoulders, Drusillia just like this kind of cute looking animal.
"Come out little one, even if Lia spoils you again, you can't climb into the bed ... let me check if you're a male or a female." The Elf King laughed out loud, and only in solitary situations he could show his emotions at will.
The squirrel cocked its head at him, then climbed onto the table and jumped at a small suspended frame filled with hazelnuts. The elf king took out one and handed it over, the squirrel first shrugged his nose and sniffed it, then snatched it up and shoved it into the cheek pocket on the side of his mouth with a whimper, looking twice as swollen. Then his eyes burned for the next one.
After satisfying the greedy squirrel, the Elf King saw several canvases placed next to him, which should be Druhiria's recent new work.
The first one looks like just an exercise in landscape writing, many animals gathered in the woodlands by a lake river, rabbits, cheetahs, birds of prey and so on living together in peace. Appreciating paintings is a mandatory lesson for the nobles of Tyria, and the Elven King himself is a master of oil painting, from which he savors a different sense of silence.
Half of the painting is in the color of the sky, but the reflection of the lake is used as the light source for the whole painting, creating a sense of subversion from the bottom up. The sky is smeared with heavy gray tones, and the few clouds look like walking sticks. Animals look up and stare, as if together against the sky on the verge of collapse.
"It's still ... heavy." The Elf King sighed and felt more and more incompetent as a father.
The second painting made his eyes shine, the overall presentation of abstract colors and graphics, but can feel the surge of life from the flowing brushstrokes. This very different style and level of painting shows that Druhiria has taken a big step forward in some aspects.
He was about to look at the next one when he turned his head and found the squirrel making a face behind him. The elf king's eyes narrowed and he said tentatively, "Liya?"
The squirrel suddenly rushed over, tiny paws hugged the Elf King's face, baring a kiss. The squirrel happily backflip jump away, mid-air brown-red fur discoloration elongated, arms and legs stretch. The elf king heard the laughter, as expected, is different from the expected.
The Elf King looked in shock at the hand-sized squirrel turning into Drusilla, although he had heard of it before, but witnessing such an incredible change, or jaw-dropping.
"This is simply art! So subtle ... incredible."
Druhiria enjoyed every exclamation and astonishment from her father and felt deeply proud.
"Father, I can also turn into a peregrine falcon, that is much more beautiful than a squirrel."
"Can you fly?"
Druhiria embarrassed to spit out her tongue, "still need to practice."
The warm atmosphere swept away the stereotypes, and the elf king listened with a light smile to his daughter talking about all kinds of druids. But they were both royalty with heavy responsibility for Tia, and the talk turned from the novel pleasures of druidry to the practical side.
"According to the experience you have gained, do druids have universal applicability in Tyria?
After careful consideration, the princess replied: "From the point of view of belief in nature worship alone, I am absolutely confident that it overrides the ritualistic path. Respect for life, love of the environment, and defense of culture resonate with any class in the forest, noble, ranger, or commoner, and are far better than the harsh and unforgiving pantheon of gods. But I'm afraid it's not so easy to actually induct a druid."
The Elf King asked, "You have been able to talk to animals and use spells in less than two months since you started studying ..."
Drusillia smiled bitterly: "Hora said I count myself as a special case, one in a million. I tried to get many elves and nature to produce initial communication, Velvet can understand the teachings very well, but her mind is too mixed to forget about business to focus on communication. On the contrary, many underage young boys and girls have great potential, their worldview is still embryonic, communication barriers are much less. The younger ones are better than the older ones, and those who live in the wilderness villages are better than those who live in the green capital."
"What about the Rangers?"
"That's the biggest problem, I'm afraid... the Druids are insulated from the current Rangers! I've tried too many times to communicate with Ramesile, and he stubbornly refuses to open his mind and transfer his trust in the bow and arrow and killing to nature. Alas, I could not destroy his beliefs, for it is this bigotry that has always supported the Rangers in defending their homeland. We can only start with the next generation of rangers."
The Elf King was in a heavy mood, having Druhiria and a group of Druids were completely different concepts. The former can be used as a high-end battle force to change the battle and reshape the faith, while the latter can change the war and revive the nation. And as the main force of the elves of the ranger troops but divided with the druids, which behind the matter ...
"But it is not without a turnaround." The princess drew the elf king's attention back. "It's hard to put into words the divine object I've seen at Torchmage .... It is said to be a relic of a far more powerful nature god than the Lord of the Rituals, and to be of great use in developing the druidic faith in the Tyrian Forest. But so far there is no context, and I do not know whether it is because my level is still low, or torch mage misses the Phyrexian light stone in the hands of the temple."
Mentioning the gem to be stripped from the idol of Nieron, the Elven King's face was more grave: "About the gem, we can take our time and negotiate through the faith tilt."
Drusillia frowned unhappily, therein lay the conflict between father and daughter, always vainly trying to achieve their goals through the exchange of terms and political tilting. The princess felt that in terms of faith the elven king was not as profoundly aware as herself, and having seen 11 priests commit suicide without hesitation, how could she expect the High Priest of Orpheus to compromise in this regard. Complete power crushing. It is the direct way to solve the problem, and the best way. The princess did not speak her mind, she was clear that the direction of the civil war involved with the mouth is not convincing.
She missed the relaxed atmosphere and pulled her father to try to show the water elemental shattering star, and the elven king was interested in this magical creature created by his daughter.
On the waterfront terrace, Drusilla frowned and caressed the water. "How strange."
"What's wrong?"
"Usually Shatterstar answers the call first, today ... and the aquatic creatures are a little out of sorts, too tense."
Drusillia communicates with Shatterstar every day on the terrace, and the latter grows especially fast. The water elementals call the lake home and travel unhindered within the complex waterways that connect the forest. Along the river one can travel a hundred miles in an instant.
"Ah, here it comes." Drusillia noticed that the lake was churning particularly violently. "Father, you'd better lean back."
Bang!
A curtain of water lifted up backwards, and the irregular shape was 4sa meters taller. The sunlight was refracted through it in a strange light. The two elves were splashed with water splashed wet pants, Elf King backed up, a respectful attitude.
"Usually it is quite gentle ah." Drusillia reached into the water screen, trying to calm and understand the cause of the water elemental's emotional outburst.
Intermittent images and thoughts were sensed, but this time it wasn't the excitement of discovering the underground river network or the message of playing with aquatic animals. The earth trembled, the fish and shrimp sensed the danger in advance and fled in all directions, accompanied by the roar of the torrent that washed over everything.
The princess, pale and staggering backwards, was held by the elf king.
"What's happened?"
"A great flood, a great flood is coming from the north!"