strangeness and
As soon as she heard the story of the magical tree, Corr knew she had to see it for herself. Just its origin story alone caught her attention. Instantly she started to imagine what the tree might look like and what sort of special magic it possessed. Back home in Astreas, they would tell stories of the Tree of Life, and now she wonders if this may be it. If only her family could come with her to witness this. She knows they would enjoy it just as much as she will. No matter- at the least Hāsta is accompanying her (strapped on her back as usual).
When Corrdelia comes upon the tree's garden, her jaw drops in awe. It's nothing close to what she imagined, but better. While some may be hesitant to step closer, Corr is not afraid at all. In fact, she is only more curious to take in all the little details and all the smells. Her mind drifts to Po's connection with the earth and she wishes he were here to tell her what it's saying.
While the story mentioned it growing fairly recently, something about the way it stands speaks ancient magic. Its trunk is not bark, but glass that reminds her of a stained glass window. Golden grass surrounds the tree, reminding her of soft sand, only it doesn't sink in the same way with each footstep. Still, it makes a satisfying crunching sound.
Corr stands marveling at the leaf-stars and brilliant red flowers. She could be here for hours, she thinks, just taking in each detail with a childlike curiosity.
"Speaking."
charm
As soon as she heard the story of the magical tree, Corr knew she had to see it for herself. Just its origin story alone caught her attention. Instantly she started to imagine what the tree might look like and what sort of special magic it possessed. Back home in Astreas, they would tell stories of the Tree of Life, and now she wonders if this may be it. If only her family could come with her to witness this. She knows they would enjoy it just as much as she will. No matter- at the least Hāsta is accompanying her (strapped on her back as usual).
When Corrdelia comes upon the tree's garden, her jaw drops in awe. It's nothing close to what she imagined, but better. While some may be hesitant to step closer, Corr is not afraid at all. In fact, she is only more curious to take in all the little details and all the smells. Her mind drifts to Po's connection with the earth and she wishes he were here to tell her what it's saying.
While the story mentioned it growing fairly recently, something about the way it stands speaks ancient magic. Its trunk is not bark, but glass that reminds her of a stained glass window. Golden grass surrounds the tree, reminding her of soft sand, only it doesn't sink in the same way with each footstep. Still, it makes a satisfying crunching sound.
Corr stands marveling at the leaf-stars and brilliant red flowers. She could be here for hours, she thinks, just taking in each detail with a childlike curiosity.
***STAFF EDIT
@corrdelia has been awarded +1EXP!
