After they finished their tea, they proceeded to prepare to enter the Depths. Drazul went towards her worlds sphere of water, gliding her hand over it just as she had done before to find the White Ring. This time, however, they were going to search on the field. She moved the images on the sphere until she could see Lycua. Lycua was a beautiful province found in the East within Tulasquss that had great pride in the beauty of their region. The seasons showed in Lycua, all showering the temples and homes with beautiful colors throughout the year. If Drazul had not felt bound to the Mire, she would have preferred to reside in Lycua.

Drazul took Whisper's hand and dove into the sphere, the wind grazing against their faces and hair as they descended into a beautiful forest. As they landed, the leaves swirled about them in various warm colors that represent the Autumn of Lycua. Dawn was rising, and the small rays of light of the wee morn fell upon the forest, revealing deeper portions within. Dapples of light shone through the trees, leaving the forest aglow in gold and white against the autumn grass. Drazul spent a moment enjoying the beauty before stepping deeper into the forest. They could hear the forest waking as they listened to the morning call of the birds and critters as they made their way through.

Whisper found the forest to be quite beautiful. In truth, she has never seen so much life nor knew how vibrant other seasons could be in a new place. Whisper didn't know much of other provinces, even in her world, but she thinks this one could be her favorite. She stretched her hand to tug on Drazul's cloak,

"Did ya find them already?"

Drazul shook her head,

"Not at all. Like I said, the search this time is going to be tricky. Unlike the White, who split their coven into various parts of Tulasquss, the Green move together as one. Much like a pack of wolves or a pride of lions. Although, the coven was originally founded in Lycua. They can travel as they please, but there is no harm in checking if they are here at home before we start searching the various forests of Tulasquss."

Whisper was deeply interested in the Green Circle. She found their magic amazing, especially since it appears their Goddess is real, assuming that's truly how they received their abilities. Whisper tugged Drazul's cloak again,

"Their Earth Goddess, ain't she real? How come ya never met 'er?"

Drazul paused before answering,

"I do not know. I have respected her, honored her, even worshiped her just for an audience, only to be met with silence."

Drazul went quiet after that. Whisper took Drazul's hand and squeezed it. She didn't mean to dampen her mood. Drazul took her hand in hers and they continued walking under the small rays of morning. As time went on, the sun was higher, illuminating the forest further. Above them was a sea of golden leaves and white light, a light breeze occasionally blowing past. The sounds of leaves rustling and birds singing filled the silence. Whisper felt that if she were one of the Green, she'd live here, too.

Eventually, they found a small clearing leading to a large waterfall surrounded by a round lake. The trees grew in bigger clusters, and up and along the cliff of the waterfall, their branches stretched outward and downward due to gravity. Large boulders coated the foot of the waterfall and protruded from the walls of the cliff under it, making the crashing of water of the waterfall loud. Along the various boulders and edges of the lake were small leopard cats, lounging by and drinking from the lake.

As they approached, the leopard cats perked up, and all eyes were on them. As they took a few more steps closer to the lake, the cats all began to dart away into the shadows of the trees, whether by climbing or simply dashing away. Drazul watched them just as carefully as they watched her. As she walked closer, pausing just at the edge of the lake, she scared off the remaining cats. At least, all but one.

Beside the waterfall atop a large boulder was a single leopard cat. It was large and appeared aware compared to its ilk. Drazul reached into a pocket tear into her lab to pull out her gift. She stepped back and presented the large vial before her feet before raising her voice slightly above the waterfalls clashing of water,

"I am here to meet your Mother, child of Earth."

Drazul locked eyes with the leopard cat for a long while before a figure appeared from behind the waterfall. It was a majestic tiger, one usually found in Southern Lycua, that revealed itself. It sat behind the leopard cat, who paled in size in comparison. The tigers coat was beautiful and vibrant, and most definitely larger than a normal tiger belonging to Lycua. The tiger reared its head and roared, powerfully and loudly. It's roar shook the trees and nearly disrupted the waterfall. Whisper, startled, grasped for Drazul's waist.

This was it. Drazul gently removed Whisper's hands and picked up the large vial and spoke,

"The Dreamwalker has come to meet you, Mother of the Green."  

The tiger's eyes twitched but did not change for a few moments until realization hit them. Its eyes widened, the sun's light glinting off their golden eyes. The tiger nudged the leopard cat in front of it before it stepped aside to allow the tiger to descend from its perch. It bounded its way towards Drazul, leaping to and fro until it stood before her. As the sun hit the tigers fur, it began to glow brightly. In moments, its glow shattered into shiny particles, revealing a woman bowing underneath it.

"I welcome you, Maiden of Dreams."

Drazul proffered the vial,

"I come bearing a gift. I bring Nature's Bounty."

The woman straightened her back, revealing a beautiful visage. Her eyes were sharp, and her hair was worn up into a sleek bun of ribbons adorned with beautiful accessories that consisted of golden branches and gems to appear as dew upon them. Her bangs were split down the middle, tucked behind her ears loosely, framing her pale face. She was wearing a white layered dress that had a gradient of jade, gold and orange starting from white going upward. A pattern of white flowers and leaves were embroidered into it, a single red tiger lounging along the edge of its dress atop large orange branches that stretched upward along the dress. Her red sash intertwined with a gold sash that hung off her waist, fluttering against the breeze alongside her dress. The Mother moved her arms gracefully, her long sleeves fluttering as she accepted the gift.