You were not there watching the sickening of your guild teacher. Vixen
was and is loved by all those who were members of that guild. To watch
her dieing was like watching nature die around us. Infact Nature to a
point was dieing via her sickness. We as gulid knowing the possible
outcome of our actions to save our beloved teacher sacrificed our
ability to use the skill known as groves. In no way was this an abouse
of power granted by the goddess Gaia to us. In fact she praised us for
willing sacrificeing our conection to our groves to save someone who had
been loyal for ages to the guild.
In return for our actions we, as a guild, were given a new skill to
replace our sacrificed one. The skill is known as woodlore. Now in no
way were we rejected by nature for if we had been the ability to
harvest, known as the skill concoctions, would also have been removed
from us. The new skill of woodlore granted us the temporary use of smome
aniamals that come directly from the forest. To this day all who were
around druing this time of change recall our groves fondly but rejoice
in knowing that we saved our beloved teacher and revel in our woodlore
skill.
Next time before acting upon some words penned long after the event try
and seek out some who lived them. You will find that the such words do
not always tell the whole story nor even some very pertinent facts.

Stratos

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 415 AF.