She glared at his back then followed.

Isiea gets out of the water.

"The Elder will see you now."

Ares stared at her, wondering why she was getting out of the water

,, Cmon. ,, She leads him back out of the water. ,, We can keep playing soon. ,,

"...um okay. "

Ares came out of the water, feeling a little sad that they had to leave the water.

The dryads led them to the base of a single oak tree, its branches so draped in moss, it looked like it was hung with moldy curtains. Ash and Grimalkin were already there, though Ash didn't even look their way as they approached.

Isiea stares up at it.

She didn't say anything as she approached, and just stared up at the moldy curtain tree.

The bark rippled, and an ancient woman stepped out of the tree. Her skin flaked, like wrinkled bark, and her long hair was the brownish-green of old moss. She was stooped and bent, covered in a robe of lichens that shivered with thousands of insects and spiders. Her face resembled a walnut, lined and wrinkled, and when she moved, her joints creaked like branches in the wind. But her beady eyes were sharp and clear as she looked them over and beckoned with one gnarled, twiggy hand.

"Come closer, children," she whispered, her voice rustling like dry leaves.

Isiea comes a little closer.