With fortune’s grace the offerings may at times reach the forest glades. Some that arrive leave behind treasures, priceless gems and carpets of golden coins. Others leave garments, silks and furs of snowcapped lands and great plains with decorations of every description. However, in this case what arrived…was a simple, yet powerful rock throne. Some believed it was only gifted from terror of not offering something, others that it was a cruel symbol of mockery to the forest kingdom that their throne should be made of so humble a material…but the truth was far more than humble stone. Examining it more closely a learned eye could recognized some marks carvings rippling and curved like the waves marking it as an offering from the sea itself. A gift none but those of the waves could give…and none but those found worthy in their eyes could sit upon.

An incredible gift from my dear friend   charityssongbird.