Wardruna had never quite seen such a thing in all her life and though Sreda had done well enough to tell her about this magical tree, Wardruna did not believe that it's great magic had extended to its great size all the same. Its.... Well, huge. The northern woman really held no other word to offer as she marveled at it from just at its base, her neck craned upward as she looked to it with a squinted eye.

Her head then falling, she turns back to cavern which she had just stepped from and then beyond, across the waters which encircled the tree in almost protective barrier. Not only the tree had been magical, but her means of getting here...

After she had decided that she would go and, of course, have Sreda at her side to do so, it was as if the moment she had stepped from Northfall's borders, she had been pulled by string. A course which compelled her almost to the point where she felt she had little control. Much like she had when she had founded the rune with Vitus and how the wind had carried their path. A sign of the gods that Wardruna was on a right path, surely. It had led her to a cavern just outside of the Briar's Viel and from within, a trek which had her exit to exactly where she had wanted to end up.

Its magnificent. Taller then even the rise of some peaks of mountains, she felt. Moving around some of its large roots which jut from the earth, she makes slow steps into a hollow which rest from under it. There, in the gloom of dim lighting, the skeletal remains of a pair left in forever embrace as a tangle of ivy and flowering vines entangled them. Sreda - look..!