
The Journey of the Summoned wrote:❧The night sky lies so very vast above you, littered with stars which burn like opalescent gems and burdened by a pregnant moon so large you feel as though you could almost reach up and touch it. Silver white light casts its glow down upon all of Matope, blanketing it in a shawl of enigma and alighting the leaves of the trees above in silver fire. Your weary hooves carry you through the swamp as you journey to a place you once heard of in a legend, or perhaps it was a song.. you can barely remember the words but you knew ever since you first heard of its existence that you had to see this place for yourself. And now here you are. Taking the pilgrimage through dark waters which, when disturbed, cast upwards the old and earthy scents of long decaying plant matter. Through groves of ancient mangroves so vast and large you fear they may just choke the sky and were it not for the path beneath your hooves you would most certainly lose your way. The path that, by the moons light alone, guides you to a place most sacred. Fear and excitement grip you and fight for dominance the deeper you move into the swamp lands. The low hoot of an owl in the distance urges you onward 'Keep going.' It seems to say. 'Fear not.' And so you push yourself onward into the shadowed wilderness outlined by an eerie silver glow, the path ahead a radiant white in the moonlight. The moment you begin to doubt your decision is the moment you first see the faint light in the distance. Your heart flutters in your chest as the closer you get, the brighter the light becomes. At the end of the road two giant mangroves guard either side of the path and with their entangled branches form a gateway of sorts through which the luminescence spills. Holding your breath you step into the light and find yourself in a place mere words can hardly dare to describe. Time appears to stand still within this place, so mesmerizing the legends hardly do it justice, and you feel an instant peace overwhelm you within the presence of the magnificent giant. Welcome, honored guest, to the White Crane Tree.❧

❦Mission Statement - "Our mission is to provide you a place of refuge from the darkness. A safe haven in the midst of strife. A healing touch against the grip of illness and harm. Our goal is that when you leave our fold you find yourself rested, healthy, and rejuvenated; mind, body, and soul. May the motherfather guide your journey.."

[imgleft]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgleft]❦The soft hollow sound of hanging driftwood chimes striking together alerts you to her presence. Her hooves make not a sound as the female Kimeti appears, like a spirit made flesh, from the darkness and into the soft flickering light to greet you. Her presence is warm, her aura radiating a general sense of peace and pure intent. Her bright, glowing, eyes regard you respectfully and her demeanor suggests she is eager to make you feel at ease. "Welcome to the White Crane Tree." Her rich voice exclaims, flashing you a smile. "Do you seek refuge from the outside world? A night to refresh your weary bones? A healers touch? Or perhaps you have journeyed here from afar to seek communion. What you search for may very well lie within our keep." Deep within those alluring eyes lies something enigmatic and otherworldly, as though holding a secret only she is privy to.. and likely so. They regard you almost humbly, her head inclining on a graceful arched neck as her ivory moss-adorned antlers glint in the soft light. The room within the tree is lit by fireflies, well kept, and flitting contentedly from perch to perch though so numerous that night holds no power here. "Come, allow me to show you what lies beyond." With a knowing smile she turns, her delicate head motioning you to follow as the soft clinking of driftwood urges you onward.
The White Crane Tree, as well as the Three Springs of Legend, have been family maintained and operated for generations, stretching as far back into myth and legend as any Kin can remember. The springs themselves have long been considered a sacred place and many a kin have heeded the call and made the journey here simply to bathe in their healing waters and commune with nature, and with the motherfather. The Springs consist of one hot spring, one mineral spring, and a heated mud pit. Due to the mud's origin, flowing in from the mineral spring beside it, the mud is rendered clean, therapeutic, and warm. Some claim the trio of springs to represent the stages all Matope kind face, Birth, Adulthood and Old age. Others find the sacred trio to have a deeper and far more spiritual meaning, thus stories vary on what exactly that meaning is.
The White Crane Tree is one of the largest in all of Matope, an ancient in its own right, with roots that stretch beyond imagination and branches that seem to rise ever upwards. Stories tell that when the motherfather shook its pelt and sent their fleas into the skies one fell down and birthed the White Crane Tree. Others insist that it was planted by the motherfather themselves and therefore holds a strong healing magic, still others believe it is simply a tree from foreign soil carried here on the wings of a crane and therefore its size and species are unnatural in the swamp. One thing is for certain, The White Crane Tree, and the Three Springs of Legend, are both the fuel of legend and song, a magnificent giant and a place of refuge for all who dwell in Matope.
