Peace ruled the air as the druid knelt, forming a bowl in the grass with her hands. She kneaded the earth, her magic and that of the land joining as one. Each clay-caked finger connected her to the life of this place. Its wise old sycamores and its energetic crocuses, liquid-quick rabbits and majestic great owls, fungi and insect, all a connected whole with which she merged.
The sun set. The bowl, her hollow, was complete. By the addition of her own energies, this land would thrive through the next four seasons. The druid's work here was done. She crested the next hill and knelt again.
Please note this die has the following flaw:
Minor flower breakthrough, mark on the 7 edge