You have chosen the “Grovekeeper’s Vinebloom” and the path of Druid
You survey the table and almost select a book, for you are gentle-natured and love to read in solitude. You consider the large bouquet, which exudes an intoxicating fragrance. You have always been indecisive. Then, a flash of softest pink catches your eye. You see a tiny bloom nestled among the fruits in a worn wooden bowl, all alone. You are marveling at the little flower, considering how delicate and exquisite it is. Wonders abound in the natural world, for a tiny thing such as this can embody the very essence of life and beauty. You feel a kinship with this flower. It’s almost as if you know it, and it knows you. It feels like a person. A surprising yet warm thought.
You know this is your choice, and as your fingers brush against their petals, you are overwhelmed by a sense of euphoria. A rush of understanding, as if mother nature has kissed your forehead and inundated your mind with the ability to understand all things as they are in the natural world. You have never felt a sense of belonging to anyone or anything before this moment, and a single teardrop of joy falls from your eye. The world around you blurs, and you find yourself in a lush meadow surrounded by flora and fauna. As the tear drops to the ground, it spreads and grows, becoming a blue-green lagoon filled with silvery fish flashing their scales in the sun.
Rainbow-colored dragonflies hum just above the lily pads that float lazily around the surface. A mound of freshly turned dirt lies to your left. You notice that the bloom you chose is still attached to the stem and has roots that can be planted. Patting the dirt over your new friend, you scoop water from the cold, clear water from the source in front of you with cupped hands, gently showering the thirsty plant. It begins to glimmer and glow, enlarging until it is taller than you, stretching into the sunshine.
Hearing the wind whispering to you in an ancient tongue, it confirms that you are now the guardian of this grove - a friend and caretaker to all that is wild and free. Much to your delight, you can communicate with animals and trees and transform your shape. Spending your days content to run with the foxes, swim with the fish, or fly with the ravens.
You have become a druid, one with the flora and fauna. A sacred guardian of the forest, wielding a staff of ancient roots given to you by a tree spirit, ensuring the happiness and well-being of all who reside here. Time has no grasp on your domain; you watch over it, a silent sentinel of peace. Over time, your little green world becomes a sanctuary for humans and animals. Bordered by hedges and guarded by bears you befriended, you open your gates for the wounded and world-weary to safely heal and grow.
That little bloom you chose so long ago drops petals every few days, and when held to a wound or eaten in a meal, it can heal wounds and rejuvenate a troubled mind. You live in harmony for the rest of your unnaturally long life and bring peace to all who enter your grove.