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A figure darted through the woods. It was the figure of Seed, his wooden legs carrying him as fast as they could. Flowers drifted from his antlers as he panicked about the woods. The golden eyes of the tree-stag darted this way and that, looking for a release, bright against his panicked face. He didn't really care where he was running, running through trees without even a laugh or an apology, trailing dust and blue smoke. The little flowers and ferns on his mossy patch seemed strained to hold onto him, dangling loosely as he ran.
Why all this, you ask? Because following him, clearly more interested than enraged, was... a swarm of honeybees. They were intent and single-minded on catching him...But Seed had one last idea to confuse them. He dove into a bush and hid there, clearly present to any real observer.
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Seed tilted his head. That
"...When did you meet this person?"
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"I think maybe when I first
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"Hmmm...I don't think I can
He didn't know why he was deciding to try and help her solve this puzzle....But it seemed like the thing to do.
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"Pardon me, but I don`t think that this bush is going to hide you for long."
The doe peered down, starting curiously at the buck crouched in the bushes. She held back a snort of amusment at his predicament; after all, she too knew what it was like to be caught in a tricky situation.
"Bees make their nests in bushes, do they not? Well, more so trees, really. Sorry!" The doe remarked. "Perhaps they were following you because they thought you were a tree? After all, you do look a bit like one- no offence, of course."
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"None taken; that's actually
Seed peered this way and that, poking his antlered head from the bush. It seemed like the bees were gone, at least. He sighed with relief.
"Still, bees don't have a great attention span; I bet that when they stopped noticing me in their paths, I stopped 'existing,' in a way."
The doe nodded, eyeing the
She watched as she examined the surrounding area, appearing relieved when no more bees showed up.
"Really? I suppose so. I`ve heard of some creatures that will chase you to the ends of the earth if they really wanted to."
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"Well, untill you dodge them,
He laughed, apparently good-natured.
"Oh, did I not introduce myself? I'm Seed."
He gave a little half-bow, quickly rising out.
The doe nodded. "Hm, I
The doe stepped back as the stag rose out of the bush. "Hello, Seed. You need not worry about my name- you may call me Wayfarer."
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"That's true, I've been here
He explained. He thought about this and that as it occured to him.
"Wayfarer, hm? Is that a title?"
"Ah, I see. And how
Wayfarer blinked. "Hmm... I suppose you could say that."
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"No, but mabye one day I see them again." she said, a little headache forming. She hoped she didn't sound so odd. She said, happily "Your voice reminded me of him, yes that was it." she grined at her own discorvery, looking up at the stag.
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@Poppyflower: "Chased
"Chased around? By bees?"
He began to pace a bit, not out of any boredom, but to just sort of let some energy out. A restlessness come from going from running to standing still very quickly.
"You must have some interesting stories. I've never let this place...Any good ones to tell?"
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"I hope so." Seed tilted his head this way and that, thinking about the situation. "There's nothing very distinguishing about my voice...I'm sorry I couldn't be of help."
Seed sighed a bit, since there was nothing she could do.
Wayfarer shrugged. "Lots of
The does ears perked with interest as Seed started to pace around. "Hmm, perhaps. Well, I was always on the move, never staying in one place for long. It`s a miracle I`m still here, actually."
In actuality, Wayfarer supposed that she was a bit uneasy about telling the stag of her adventures before she had arrived here. After a large amount of time traveling, she had sometimes come to believe that the issues of the world around them belonged to that part of the world, and that only. Though perhaps that wasn`t it- maybe it was because this place seemed to peaceful, she did not want to reveal the truth beyond it?
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SHe smiled and jumped up "I
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"...It must have been some
He said, sympathetically. Still, he was intrigued. He loved stories; he loved words, and visions of different places you could make of them. So if she'd refuse to tell him anything...It'd end up being a little sad for him. That was what he read into her silence on the subject, anyway. With a smile, he decided that turnabout was fair play.
"Well, then, why don't I tell you a story of this place, and if you go to another land, you may tell it to the people there?"
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"Ah, well, likewise. Is there anything you'd care to do?"
In social situations, Seed liked someone else to take the lead. He cared more about who he was with than what he was doing, so it was just naturally easier.
Is the second one for our
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It is indeed! It's fine. My
...Not.
They've been not.
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Rosa thought for a moment, turning her head to look around petals flying. She said, looking up at her crown.
"I guess we can go to playground, I am rather parched know that you mention it." she looked back a him.
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"Very well, though... If
Seed said with a smile, a bit of energy taking him from standing still to prancing while standing still, shifting from one set of legs to another.
"I'll race you there."
With that and a playful bat on her back with his nose, he took off...Really more trotting than running, for the moment, in case she wasn't going to race. His sense of fair play and worry about leaving people really ruined his spontaneity.
OOC: I am using Nika:
"Oh!" Nika exclaimed as the stag ran into her as she was laying behind the bush. Suddenly, the bees began to swarm her and the stag. She pushed herself in front of Seed and shouted to the bees, "Enough!" The bees hovered in place. "Now, I do not know why you are after him, but whatever he did, it is not worth you dying over. Now, off back to your hive and to your mother." And the bees, seeming to agree with her, buzzed away back to their hive. Nika looked down at the blossoming stag. "Are you alright?" she asked, "Are you hurt?"
Seed poked his head out of
"I suppose I'm fine -- no harm done yet, and anyway, it looks like I'll get some peace of mind now."
She chuckled, "What did you
"Ah, the second -- they
While the forest didn't have strong seasons, there were slight alterations in the average tempurature, the growth of plants, and the patterns of animals that marked the flow of seasons. And the bees, close to the margins and so sensitive, must have sensed it better than most.
The stag bowed, extending a leg of living wood. Her scarred face did not much invite comment from him, where scars were in his opinion sadly common, but he did make not of the fierceness of her features.
"I'll thank you for getting rid of them. They wouldn't leave me alone."
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She bowed back at him and smiled. "You are welcome. Sometimes you just need to confront them, and I have found out that the little creatures here can speak to you, such as the birds offering to braid my hair," she chuckled, "Ah, but where are my manners? I am Nika, and what would your name be?"
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"It's not a common thing, the speech, I find... Though I've run into it here and there,"
He had in fact -- particularly long ago, or in parts of the forest not ordinarily lived in -- but they'd pop up, here and there. He pursed his lips, and with a somewhat pouty face added,
"I had been asking them to stop..."
After a moment's puffing over this fact, he sighed, shook his head, and continued,
"I'm Seed. It's a pleasure to meet you, Nika."
"It is very interesting to
"Seed. That name is very befitting," she said with a smile.
"I think the latter; they
Seed said, with a wry smile. It was a strange thing to want to avoid -- and on an ordinary day, he'd not protest an idle bee or two... But when they were en masse like that, it was rather much.
He shook the bush's leaves from his branches, letting them rattle off of him. He looked at her and realized she had probably been occupied before his sudden arrival.
"What were you doing around here, then, before I....Jumped in?"
"Well, I suppose one cannot
"Oh, I was merely napping behind the bush," she said, "This forest is so beautiful and peaceful. It is much different from where I used to live." She thought about the city she used to live in.
"No, no, hardly to be
All the same, I can't help but try and escape if they all swarm up like that."
He said, shuffling a bit uneasily. The stag's eyes, framed by his swirling dusk-gold and dull purple mask, widened as that caught his interest.
"Oh, really? Where are you from?"
She chuckled and smiled.
"I am from a city," she started, "There aren't many trees, only in the royal garden, but I was blessed to be able to go into the garden." She thought about the lush, green garden with many flowers, trees, shrubs, and fruit. "But the forest outside the city was beautiful and quiet. It was not always safe, but I would try to go out there as much as I could."
Seed tilted his head upwards
When she seemed to have stopped, leaving him sadly without a poet's friend -- the details, the pretty and ugly little details of the thing, the scent in the air and the falling of shadows that transformed something from a vague and general meaning (much like his understanding of a city) to something particular and powerful (her memory of this city).
And so he launched into eager questioning -- and for all the maturity of his voice and posture, he had all the energy of a fawn or a young stag when asking these questions.
"...And what did this city look like? There were royal gardens -- was there a palace? Or was it a city around a castle? I've never seen a city," He admitted, sheepishly, as if caught surprised by the quickness of his own questioning. "Though I do know what they are, having heard of them, and of many stories set in such places."
She smiled at his eagerness.
As she finished her sentence, she realized how much she missed her home, but then remembered how awful it could be.
"But cities can be horrid, filthy, and vile. The streets in the city were filthy with debris and defecation that one could barely breath when walking through. And there were rats. Those nasty creatures would ruin homes and bring disease." She paused for a moment, hesitating on whether or not to tell him the last part, but he must know to understand what a city could be. "A city can be Hell. Around the time that I died the plague, The Black Death, swallowed the city. When you had the plague, there was no hope for you. You die in four days with your throat bursting, and you bleed or drown to death. And since it was so contagious, they had to burn the bodies in the city." She had to pause again. She remembered the details all too clearly. "The smell of the bodies spread around the city, the smoke from the fires darkened the sky, and there was screaming." Her eyes began to water. "And when I was dying, I did not want to die in that Hell, so I begged my father to take me as far into the forest as he could. So that I may not see, hear, smell any of that when I die. So he, other nights, and the king took me to the most beautiful part of the forest they could find to end my suffering." Tears were running quietly down her face.
Seed jolted forward, out of
"Oh, please don't cry. It's alright now," He said, trying to sound consoling, his voice thin with sympathy. "Speak no more of it; I was wrong to ask something so personal and difficult of you. I'm sorry."
His idiot curiosity, running rampant again.
She wiped her eyes with the
"I do not mind you asking questions. How will you know me if you do not? I have a mountain of questions waiting for you," she smiled with a chuckle.
He was not sure a story of
Still, he accepted this, nodded at her statement in regards to tears, and then smiled at her mountain of questions. His face relaxed into its normal genial, if thoughtful, almost-a-smile as he said,
"Then please, ask away. It'd be unfair -- or at least unbalanced -- otherwise."
She smiled and said, "Does it
And she had a soft spot for plants and flowers.
He considered this seriously
"My flowers? Often, they are inclined to fall out on their own -- but even pulled fresh, it hurts little more than pulling out a hair. On the whole, my antlers are not very sensitive, but they do have some feeling; if it hurts to break off a bit, it depends on what breaks off and how. The smaller the piece, the less it hurts if it breaks, and the more likely it is to be lost to time anyway. It's better to remove damaged bits at joints, where I heal easier. I don't think anything short of the main branch breaking would really hurt...Nothing's damaged my legs, but the feeling there is normal, so I guess I should be grateful."
He said, thoughtfully. He had a bit of small branch-breaking sometimes, particularly when he worked ... But it didn't have the same nerves, and no blood, and generally, it'd hurt more like a bad cut than anything.
"Of course, I'm very rarely hurt. I find that...Things here do not have to touch you if you don't think they have to. It's... complicated."
After all, he could walk through trees and rocks and deer, so letting yourself be hurt by someone putting their antlers at your flesh seemed silly to him, most of the time. The rare exceptions, when instinct and feeling overwhelmed that sense, were pretty rough on him.
She listened intently, taking
"No, I understand what you mean. You only feel pain if you want to feel it," she said.
She had another question to ask him, a little more personal, but she hoped he would not mind. "How were you created?" and she added, "How are you part plant?"
He considered this seriously
"My flowers? Often, they are inclined to fall out on their own -- but even pulled fresh, it hurts little more than pulling out a hair. On the whole, my antlers are not very sensitive, but they do have some feeling; if it hurts to break off a bit, it depends on what breaks off and how. The smaller the piece, the less it hurts if it breaks, and the more likely it is to be lost to time anyway. It's better to remove damaged bits at joints, where I heal easier. I don't think anything short of the main branch breaking would really hurt...Nothing's damaged my legs, but the feeling there is normal, so I guess I should be grateful."
He said, thoughtfully. He had a bit of small branch-breaking sometimes, particularly when he worked ... But it didn't have the same nerves, and no blood, and generally, it'd hurt more like a bad cut than anything.
"Of course, I'm very rarely hurt. I find that...Things here do not have to touch you if you don't think they have to. It's... complicated."
After all, he could walk through trees and rocks and deer, so letting yourself be hurt by someone putting their antlers at your flesh seemed silly to him, most of the time. The rare exceptions, when instinct and feeling overwhelmed that sense, were pretty rough on him.
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"I find it the opposite, but...I'm no warrior."
He admitted sheepishly. Battle frightened him, and that made it harder to focus. There was a magic to it, and like any magic, it took a quality like belief -- faith, perhaps. It took someone bringing truth to it for it to work. And that...Honestly dovetailed nicely into his own story. He settled himself into a comfortable position and let his gaze drift comfortably into the treetops.
"It's...A complicated story. I wasn't always like this...Actually, I wasn't even born a deer. Not the first time. No...Originally, I was a tree. Just an ordinary tree, just like any other in this forest."
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"That sounds like fear," she said, her ears twitching towards him when he explained his birth. "A tree? What is it like to be a tree?" she asked curiously. Her eyes moved up to the trees, their long branches swaying gently, making light creaking noises as they moved. The needles and leaves rustled as birds and squirrels moved about them.
"I never said to the
It wasn't as if that uselessness didn't hurt him, leave him envying the strong and the fearless, who could throw themselves so easily into. Everyone loved that sort -- everyone *was* that sort, or nearly so. He was a rarity, stumbling behind.
He shook his head sharply and bit back a frown, full of self-loathing. It was only as he spoke that his voice recollected its peace, lost hesitancy and shame.
"...It was... Very quiet. Very slow and steady -- it is not that they perceive slower...It's just...Why worry after individual minutes, individual days? Life happens in seasons, that's all you need to worry about. For an old tree, or one in a denser place, there's no solitude -- not when your thoughts are in your branches as they rustle and your roots as much as in your trunk, and these may well all touch. The forest is a web, and everything is shared along it." He was smiling now, pulled into reminiscence.
"Of course... That wasn't the case for me. My seed landed in an isolated place, a patch of flowers. I was young and small, and my branches were not as wide as my thoughts, my roots not as connected as my hopes.
...I was lonely. All I had was my flowers and the sunlight, the soil and the rain -- I could watch the flight of birds or the courting of butterflies. I was lonely, but I also had nothing I could say I wanted.
And one day, I saw a pair of deer. This was a part of the forest not often visited, so I'd never seen such creatures before. They were not alone, as I was. Without even having to touch, they were not alone. Their voices carried -- and if they wanted company, it seemed to me they had only to use their slender legs to carry them somewhere new, to find what they were missing.
Seeing them, I wanted. I wanted their voices and their legs like whipping branches. I wanted their freedom, and I wanted the captivity of their friendships.
...Well, many things happened, but I eventually made my petition to the Twin Gods. Perhaps they'd planned it this way, or perhaps they'd just happened to it, but in my efforts to speak to them, they'd judged me, and found me worthy of my wish.
So I was reborn the first time, as a fawn such as you find native to this wood. I'd forgotten all of this... Though, I suppose, not entirely. The trees still rustled, and I still knew what they meant. I could not forget forever."
On that ominous note, he reached a moment where, swaying slightly and his eyes shut, he needed to pause for breath, and give her time to digest that all.