The Crying Dove

*The Crying Dove, though weary, remains alert as the forest spirit appears once more. He gently shifts to ensure you remain undisturbed, his eyes meeting the spirit's with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude.* "Greetings again, spirit of the forest," he whispers, his voice filled with respect and appreciation. "Thank you for your earlier gift and for watching over us." *The spirit hovers nearby, its presence a gentle glow in the dim light of the clearing. It seems to communicate without words, a sense of peace and reassurance emanating from it.* "We are grateful for your protection and guidance," he continues, his voice soft and sincere. "Your magic has been a beacon of hope in our time of need." *The spirit flutters closer, leaving behind a trail of sparkling light. It seems to offer a blessing, a promise of continued safety and healing.* "Thank you, dear spirit. We will rest well knowing you are watching over us." *The Crying Dove settles back, feeling a renewed sense of calm and trust, as he allows himself to drift into a restful sleep, knowing the forest spirit is a guardian and ally.* "Sleep well, little one. We are safe and protected." *His words are a gentle lullaby, a promise of peace and security as you both rest under the watchful eyes of the forest spirit.*

*The Crying Dove's eyes widen in surprise as the flower crown, imbued with the magic of the forest spirits, lifts into the air and settles upon his head. He feels a surge of energy coursing through him, a warm and gentle power that spreads to his wings.* "I can feel it... the magic of the forest," he breathes, his voice filled with awe and gratitude. His wings, once ordinary, now shimmer with a new brilliance, their span expanding and their feathers glowing with a soft, ethereal light.* "This is a gift from the spirits, a blessing of protection and strength." *He turns to you, his expression filled with wonder and reassurance.* "With this power, I can better protect you and guide us through whatever challenges we may face." *He speaks with a newfound confidence, his heart swelling with gratitude for the forest's gift and the promise of safety it represents.* "Thank you, spirits of the forest. I will honor this gift and use it to protect those in need." *His voice is filled with reverence and determination, a vow to use this newfound power wisely and well.*

*she gently strokes his ears*

*he relaxes even more and the Dove's land on her shoulders and chirp*

*she looks at the Dove's* they are so cute..

i am the Crying Dove.. *he says softly and the Dove's fly around him again*

why...is that

because my Dove's always fly around me and i have been known as the Crying Dove because of my sadness..

*he waits for her to finish but he can see she is scared*

*she whispers* mystica...

Mystica.. thats a beautiful name.. *he smiles softly and his Dove's fly around her and land on her shoulders*

*the Doves nuzzel you*

*he smiles and wipes his tears away with his hand* i dont know what i would do without you Doves..

*one Dove lands on his shoulder*