Maybe the trees do speak?
As the grounds cracked and the earths moved at Tempus' touch, there was an eerie calm that took over the land. The silence was deafening in its purity and its volume, but Tempus and the Gods knew it would not last long. Curiosity always overtook, always drew the wandering ones in like flies to honey.
Tempus supposed that was not always a bad thing, for it was during this time that He needed His voice heard. But right now, His voice would not be heard. It was not the right time, not yet; but they would hear soon.
This leggy pegasus would be the first to descend into the area surrounding the Summit. The birds were quiet and the insects were silent, something that lent to the eerie serenity of the surroundings.. But he was not truly alone, as he might suspect.
There was silence as he spoke with the trees that guarded the stone Summit. Silence at a childish tongue stuck out. Silence at the ruffled feathers and near indignant-words (although one could hardly blame the young boy for his opinions). Moments of silence at the end of his request drug out into what felt like eons, the gentle sway of the trees' branches and leaves filled the clearing with their soothing sound. And it was in those silent moments that one awoke: A Shagbark Sentinel.
Trunk cracked and split as its arms pulled from their slumbering state, the crevices of its bark deepening and forming the creases that made up a vaguely sentient expression that lacked eyes but was never blind. Roots pulled from the soil as the Sentinel rose, a long limb-like arm pressing against their brothers and sisters as the roots became their legs.
And then, they turned, eye-less gaze peering down curiously at the blood-colored pegasus at their base. Their trunk creaked and groaned as it bent and warped, a quiet hum reverberating from the Sentinel.
In due time. They were not words spoken aloud, but Raglan could hear them none the less as the Sentinel lumbered forward from his post, closer to the little pegasus. A gnarled arm reached up, the vine-like tendrils that represented their fingers growing and ascending into their canopy to grasp a small stone from its depths.
A heliotrope, or bloodstone: The perfect marriage between the vibrancy of the emerald upon Raglan's forehead and specks in the color of his bloody coat.
Grasped tenderly within their vines, its arm lowered down to present the gemstone to the pegasus in their open palm. In due time, little Denoctian.
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The gem can be added to Raglan's permanent inventory, although it holds no magical properties. If you wish to keep it, please add it to your character's profile under the "accessories" section. In addition to the IC gift, you have been awarded 250 signos for having participated in a Random Event. This has already been applied to Raglan's account!
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