We all looked at Oak. He sat quietly on his chair, looking rather
uncomfortable, not saying a word.
“The tree believes...” Raven began, then corrected himself, “Oak
thinks there is no reason to have called you forth, that the
situation can be handled in the usual manner.”
“Has the tree no voice of its' own?” the earth rumbled.
“I....I have,” Oak stammered, for the first time not looking sure
of himself at all. “Corvus is correct. The solution to this
current situation is a simple, structural adjustment.”
“Corvus?” the wind whistled, “The bird is Corvus?”
“I am,” Raven said, “Or at least I was.”
Those words were greeted by the most terrible cacophony as all four
voices clamoured at once, drowning each other out. I couldn't tell
what any of them were saying, only that this news was causing them
more than a little agitation.
“Quiet!” Fiona's voice cut through the noise, silencing all of
them. “Why don't you listen to his reasons for calling you?”
