let's be wildflowers
He listens to her, nodding his head along to her words. Oh, she must be a nature spirit indeed, to know enough of Viride only by comparing it to her own home. She may be a newcomer to Delumine, but already it seemed she knew more about the forest than many of its own citizens.
But then, Delumine had always been that way, at least as long as he had lived in it. The scholars were always focused on solving the next biggest question, and replacing it with a new one as soon as the answer was within their grasp; sometimes, he wished they would slow down and appreciate the question for its complexity, or the answer for its simplicity. He had never had the same tenacity as them, even in his studies, even when he had dared to tentatively call himself a scholar of Dawn; in his private readings, he was likely to spend just as much time losing himself in the patterns of a tree’s interlocked branches as he was to spend reading the assigned text.
He had found many wondrous things here in Viride; many of which his mentors had discounted as his own imagination.
”And, I think it’s just as eager to get to know you.” Already he was moving away with a laugh, surprising himself at how easily it came to him. After months of waiting, after the magic of the island and the heat of the desert and the mindlessness of Denocte, he was home. And the trees were shivering with joy, shaking away his fears like so much dust on the wind. And while the war with Raum and all the ache it had caused had been nothing small, the trees had a way of letting him know that it was okay, because he still belonged here even if he had stood in blood.
”Come and see for yourself all the reasons why we love Viride, and Illuster, and the Rapax that brings life to it all.”
And then he laughs again, and it sounds something like falling leaves as he turns and makes his way along the familiar beaten paths, and the forest echoes with the sound of his homecoming.
@Callynite my closers are always short it seems, sorry!
