Over mountains and forests and seas
The gratitude given to him was underserved, but Chulane did not want to throw it back at his friend by denying it, so he merely quietly accepted it, and resolved to uphold his promise should the Sword ever call upon him. Whatever he needed, if the farmer could provide, he would be there. He’d needed to fold in on himself for that time, to simply survive it without any significant action of note, to slowly but surely heal – at least he was able to provide for the Citadel in that time, and be around long enough to see her come back. He didn’t want to consider a world where he had passed on and she returned for him, and he hadn’t been here.
It wasn’t worth torturing himself over that particular thoughstream for too long.
‘I have no idea.’ The tree had seemingly risen up overnight, and thrived not on soil and sunlight, but on attention. Even as he took wing to watch alongside Deimos in the skies above, he heard something that could only be described as giggling coming not from the bystanders who tickled its trunk, but the tree itself.
‘It’s moving like an animal,’ he observed, circling a path out in a hoop above it, dipping low on one pass that he could feel the wind of the tree’s movements jostle his wings. All plants moved, but usually at such a slow pace that one could not observe it with the naked eye – that this tree seemed so alive in a way normally associated with fauna made the farmer wonder at what magical energy gave it life.
Was it Frey? Was the God responsible for this blessing, this gift of life in the midst of what would otherwise be a season of snow and isolation? The Citadel had been recently blessed by the God, allowing them to linger outside as if it was Flowerbirth during this otherwise frozen season, could it be that they saw fit to bless them again?
Or was it something more sinister?
Or was it just a simple tree, another marvel of this world?
‘I’m gonna see what it does when I land on it,’ he said as he dived low again, wings spread broad as he neared to slow his pace, as he gently alighted on a thicker branch that swayed without aid from a breeze. He kept his grip loose on the branch, and his wings aloft, that he might take flight if he were dislodged by it’s movements. But it almost seemed to welcome him near - almost seemed as if it were trying to dance with him.
It wasn’t worth torturing himself over that particular thoughstream for too long.
‘I have no idea.’ The tree had seemingly risen up overnight, and thrived not on soil and sunlight, but on attention. Even as he took wing to watch alongside Deimos in the skies above, he heard something that could only be described as giggling coming not from the bystanders who tickled its trunk, but the tree itself.
‘It’s moving like an animal,’ he observed, circling a path out in a hoop above it, dipping low on one pass that he could feel the wind of the tree’s movements jostle his wings. All plants moved, but usually at such a slow pace that one could not observe it with the naked eye – that this tree seemed so alive in a way normally associated with fauna made the farmer wonder at what magical energy gave it life.
Was it Frey? Was the God responsible for this blessing, this gift of life in the midst of what would otherwise be a season of snow and isolation? The Citadel had been recently blessed by the God, allowing them to linger outside as if it was Flowerbirth during this otherwise frozen season, could it be that they saw fit to bless them again?
Or was it something more sinister?
Or was it just a simple tree, another marvel of this world?
‘I’m gonna see what it does when I land on it,’ he said as he dived low again, wings spread broad as he neared to slow his pace, as he gently alighted on a thicker branch that swayed without aid from a breeze. He kept his grip loose on the branch, and his wings aloft, that he might take flight if he were dislodged by it’s movements. But it almost seemed to welcome him near - almost seemed as if it were trying to dance with him.
to go anywhere that I please
CHULANE
