I have never feared the storm
Sah had heard about the strange tree that appeared in the Suvahasi. At first, he feared the worst until he heard tales of its golden coloring—gold, not purple. Curiosity and an ever-increasing number of stories had driven the hunter to make the trip. With his newest magic, it only took a few days, but now he'd arrived.
The tree was magnificent in person, and he almost hesitated to reach out and touch it. Laying a hand on the bark, Sah looked up at the golden seed pods with wonder. He didn't know what magic was a work here. Maybe Rae's? Regardless, it left him warm and feeling at ease.
With reverence, he gently picked one of the pods before safely tucking it away in his bag. He didn't know where he'd plant it yet, but it'd have to be somewhere worthy of it.
The tree was magnificent in person, and he almost hesitated to reach out and touch it. Laying a hand on the bark, Sah looked up at the golden seed pods with wonder. He didn't know what magic was a work here. Maybe Rae's? Regardless, it left him warm and feeling at ease.
With reverence, he gently picked one of the pods before safely tucking it away in his bag. He didn't know where he'd plant it yet, but it'd have to be somewhere worthy of it.
Sah
