Past the Epidii Forest and to the Underground, sat Viviane upon the floor. Her eyes were closed in concentration and breathing even and calm. Her dress was flayed out around her. Her hair was tied up in a somewhat neat bun, the clips put in somewhat neatly.
Viviane concentrated upon whispers of the forest, trying to focus on one particular voice of a particular voice. Her brow knitted as she focused upon it. She lightly opened her eyes, her emerald eyes, focusing upon the tree that she had been focusing upon. She breathed slightly as she heard it's voice whisper to her and concentrated upon it alone.
Viviane then turned her focus on trying to get it do else. Her brow knitted slightly as she focused on getting the flowers on the tree to bloom and unbloom. Her eyes stayed focused upon the roots as she managed to get it do that and attempted to get them to reach out. She grimaced as she felt the fatigue set in winced, drawing her power back in.
Shuddering slightly, Viviane rapped the shawl around herself tight, taking a slight break. She whipped her head around when she heard the sound of footsteps from behind.
