His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
As the unhappy storm in your stomach subsides somewhat, your interest in the trees around you grows. To say you've never seen anything like this would be a statement of the obvious: you've never even imagined anything like this, and you're generally a pretty imaginative guy. Craning your neck to peer into the endless ocean of leaves that stretches above, it's a lucky thing you don't wind up tripping on any roots and falling ass-first into the damp ground.
Her joke about your great wood has you coming back to yourself, chuckling smugly as you fall into step behind the huntress. "How'd the trees get t'be so big? 'Specially that one." You point a thumb back to the Mathair, beautiful and burnt, a giant in the moss. "Lemme guess, ya live in one-? Wait. Y'aint gonna make me climb these, are ya?"
Her joke about your great wood has you coming back to yourself, chuckling smugly as you fall into step behind the huntress. "How'd the trees get t'be so big? 'Specially that one." You point a thumb back to the Mathair, beautiful and burnt, a giant in the moss. "Lemme guess, ya live in one-? Wait. Y'aint gonna make me climb these, are ya?"
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
