what the wood whispers to itself
You don't frolic, though if you did your long legs would certainly carry you far. Instead you're making notes of the different trees as you walk, the slightly different characteristics of them as unique as any face might be.
Unlike many of the human animals, you don't give much thought to death. It is merely a series of unanswerable questions, though given your divine lineage you do at least have an idea about what some of it will be like. And so ghosts or not, the woods do not worry you.
"Sure. I bet that is why they grow such beautiful leaves and twist themselves into such unique shapes. So that Ludo will look upon them favourably since they can't make it any presents."
Unlike many of the human animals, you don't give much thought to death. It is merely a series of unanswerable questions, though given your divine lineage you do at least have an idea about what some of it will be like. And so ghosts or not, the woods do not worry you.
"Sure. I bet that is why they grow such beautiful leaves and twist themselves into such unique shapes. So that Ludo will look upon them favourably since they can't make it any presents."
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