Mina Moves On

Mina sat amongst the flowers, leaning up against her tree. Of all the things left to move, this was the last, for good reason, of course. The desire for protection had given their move an almost frantic energy, and now there was barely a hint they had resided here at all. A stray bit of cloth caught a breeze, and her eye, and she shook her head. As always, the Exiled Lands seemed to reassert itself with unnatural speed.

Her guard, Luan, stood a short distance away, keeping a watchful eye out, and a couple people wandered, picking up the last, stray bits of their lives here, so she was probably safe enough. Still, lingering here was risky, and she turned to the task at hand. Turning to face the Tree, Mina shifted to a kneeling position and placed one hand on the trunk, the other upon the soil at its roots. The island brimmed with power, and it was hardly any effort to draw that up into the tree, convincing it to loose its hold on the soil gently, oh so gently. As soon as the tree was free, she whistled and a crew of their people came over to help her carefully load it into a flat wagon, crafted just for this purpose. She wrapped the roots in moss and cheese cloth, to keep the tree sated during its trip.

A careful check showed barely a sign the tree had rested amongst the flowers of the island at all, and she nodded. She was doubtful any of this would deter those seeking to harm them, but every precaution must be taken, even if the hope is a faint one. She turned back to the cart, nodding to the folk around it. It was time to move on. She took the reins of her rhino, who she had hooked to the cart rather than a team of horses, and began the trek home. Again.