I selected the moss-covered tree at Brookgreen Gardens image for my twenty-minute sprint this week.
The Temple’s Magic Tree:
Kyli crept along the wall slowly, her eyes sweeping the ground in front of her. She didn’t want to step on a stick and make noise, or worse stumble and fall. The moon was only a bare sliver in the sky, providing almost no illumination. Thankfully Kyli could see well enough just by starlight to make her way down the wall toward the ancient trees.
If she made it that far, she’d be fine. If the trees didn’t reject someone, the priests wouldn’t either. She was technically doing the same ritual initiation that the temple apprentices did, she’ just didn’t exactly have permission.