Regrowth

It takes a jostling of memories buried as deep as Mystic's own, but Schroeder does know. He directs her to the Sanctum Dream and its resident godling, where the search is short: Guardians reside in deep corners of the twilight forest, too. They themselves favor chaos more than malevolence, but through them the knowledge can spread.

The youngling that comes to the Warren in search of a host forest is angry, bitter, one of only a few seedlings that were able to flee the ashes they bloomed through, their mother's thorny forest burnt to to ground around their buried nest. Sharing in deep-rooted distrust of the outside world, she felt a kindred spirit the moment she stepped onto Tris'Hathian soil. She is not the Guardian wished for, but she is the one who has found home.