asharas:The singers of the forest had no books. No ink, no parchment, no written language. Instead
asharas: The singers of the forest had no books. No ink, no parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the wood, into leaf and limb and root, and the trees remembered. All their songs and spells, their histories and prayers, everything they knew about this world. -- source link
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