“The tree spirit flowed up through her. Out through her head like a crown forming a golden halo.
The orb expanded until it reached the ring of where the leaves once hung. Treeline magic circles.
She looked around and the other trees turned towards her, they spoke in a song language.
Crystal clear. Every thought a holy one. Ripples of energy like heat on a hot road emanated around each one.
The Queen heard the words…
How do you create holy ground?
By loving what once grew there.”