For three days, Arborath, the tiny floating turtle, had been a guest in Canna's sanctuary. In all that time, the ancient protector seemed content to simply drift lazily through the sanctuary, observing everything with keen, wise eyes. Canna suspected Arborath was using a skill to suppress his true rank, as none of the guardians could sense his immense power.
In truth, Arborath was not the imposing colossus that had once stood hundreds of feet tall in his forest kingdom. Now, he floated around as a small, whimsical turtle. But despite his size, there was no denying his immense strength. What Canna found most fascinating, though, was Arborath's attitude—more carefree than intimidating. He seemed at ease in this new environment, yet keenly aware of its shortcomings.
