In the days since returning from Emuh's trial, the Consul had found a new spot for the amber. Different then its original location, not that they didn't trust Lichen, but it wanted a spot where nobody knew. What if she was compromised? What if someone looked into her memories without her consent? It was something they had the power to do, so surely others would as well.

It was near the edge of the Arborspire Sanctuary, the tree that it had sensed before that it was now able to look upon properly through the eyes of their familiar. Beautiful. Powerful. A good protector over their heart.

Deep into the ground they were buried by the rat, who promptly fell deeply asleep when the work was done. And now it was time to stretch out its growth once again and retake what had been lost.

The tendrils of its magic began to spread and the voices once again began to reappear as mycelia was spawned and tangled forward, focusing not on fruiting, but spreading. Beneath soil, into trees. It was easier then before, more practiced as they were. Quickly, within an hour or so, they had reached the size they had been after their first couple of days in the caves.