Grog was in place well before sunrise, finishing up the last of his preparations for the ceremony that would come with the welcoming of the sun. He sat leaning against the trunk of a tree, facing the direction that the sun would rise. On either side of him was a trench that circled the tree in a C-shape, with him sitting in that open space. The trench was about one foot wide, its sides angled diagonally to form a smaller ring about twenty inches below the surface. On the ground inside the trench, were a number of small bundles wrapped in burlap. Each sack contained some of the children's bones and a collection of things he had gathered that would serve as nutrients in the soil. Wheelbarrows sat on the north and south sides of the tree, about dozen feet back from the trunk, and each one held a wedge-shaped clump of soil that sported thriving lilies, looking as though they had been cut from the earth in a similar fashion to the trench around the tree's base.
He sat quietly against that tree, thinking of the two girls that he had known, and their fascination with him. They held such joy and wonder in their lives, no matter how short they had been, and he envied their youthfully innocent perspectives. The world was a harsh place, full of harsh creatures, who needed harvesting...
He blew out a deep breath from his large snout, trying to force away the negative thoughts and emotions that crowded in when he wasn't being careful. The hags would be dealt with later, after this dragon had paid for his trespasses. This morning was for remembering the children, who knows how many, whose lives the hags had stolen and destroyed.
As other people began to gather in preparation for the service, Grog stood and revealing a small wreath he'd had nestled in his lap, and he moved out and away from the tree. Those who had lost children or siblings, were invited to step forward around the trench, to stand near one of the small burlap bundles.
"My thanks for all what come for a burying. I know of my words are not being right, or good. For this, I am having sorry. Here in a front for you all, is a starts. A starts for growing a lilies and all a flowers."
"This place,"</brown> Grog pointed to the spot where he had sat, up against the tree, where the trench was left closed and faced toward the morning sun.
"Pelor will does a welcoming, makes a strong roots, making strong flower, and here you can be near to children."
"First, we have done a planting," Grog pointed to the sacks. He then went to the wheelbarrows and removed the wedges of flowery soil, and placed them into the trench to fill it in.
"With this, is a planting complete. Now growing is can be free, and a healing is can happen."
He then motioned for the servant of Pelor to come near, who handed the minotaur a bottle and a small clay bowl,
"This starts will do allowing for grows, and let a children spirits be free. With this, now we have a watering." Grog walked around the trench to those who had gathered, filling the small bowl with a clear liquid from the bottle and instructing them each to pour the liquid onto earthen-plugs before them and invited them to move to the front of the tree.
After the last one had finished, Grog collected the bottle and bowled and went to the front of the tree. He dipped a finger into the liquid and used it to trace a pair a runes onto the tree's bark, then drew out two of his rune-carving tools and chiseled lightly into the tree's bark at key intersections in the rune's structures.
"For children spirits do wandering in free, and always a play for princessing, we do now."
Grog knelt down so that the sun's light could shine over his head and onto the runes of sap that he had drawn onto the tree,
"Pelor make sun will shine, and always for nourish a soul and warm a spirit to comfort." He reached up with the etching tool and tapped the chisel for one final mark. A sound like a rope tightening could be heard, and for those who could see the runes shining in the sun's morning light, they saw the runes and surrounding bark of the tree rotate toward the left, causing the bark to wrinkle in a wavy-spiral pattern, and in the middle was a semblance of an elderly man's face. The symbol of Pelor.
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