Lost Elves to Dal

Dal,   I have found a place for these lost elves. I will need you to convince them to leave their enclave to get there.   Along the river, seaward past Deldrin there are a few friendly settlements including one that used to be known as Windswept. Now it is inhabited largely by those of the Weaver’s bloodline and several elves who have been welcomed as friends. People there should be able to direct you to a copse of fruit trees that will feel like home. My best understanding of this place is that it is a hybrid of our old Trees of Leaf and Vine and fruit trees that will hold the songs so they can be passed down to new elves. Trillium, Vaneilli, and I all sang to our respective trees but only I was able to meet my tree spirit in the Dreaming - something about the Empress’ oaths blocks the connection but my fae nature opened a path.   These unsworn elves belong here. Do whatever you can to convince them that it is safe, that our people will guard them as they travel, that this great journey is what their ancestors would want. If they are willing to hear it, tell them the history of elves and what they might be.   I've enclosed a memory stone. Maybe it will help.  

Ancient visions of fae of leaf and vine amongst our trees. Flashes of war in the Pruning and the trees burning, dying off. Magdalena sheltering branches and the new trees pushing up in Mec Ales, guarded by paired elves and fae. Me communing with our tree of day and night, waking with wings, surrounded by Alder and Andstella. My desperate song to the trees in Mec Ales, the trees lashing out. Visions of my ancestors nurturing the fruit trees in our new grove. Trillium, Kaide, Vaneilli singing to their trees. Orange smiling up at me, asking me to bring others.

  I have heard back from the delegation that crossed the Barrier. All are safe and well.  I can't wait for you to see these trees.   Heiassa