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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 5:38:52 GMT -6
The nyssa didn’t look injured to Flare’s gardner’s eyes. Confused and dirty, and...well how did he believe it looked even confused. Its a walking tree. If a conifer cat could do the emotional specturm thing, he reasoned, so could a walking tree. Right? Maybe. He looked down at it, blinking in surprise. Not something he expected to see. But something glinted in the branches of teh walking tree-bush thing. A silvery chain with something long and conical, like a metallic tooth tangled among the branches. Perhaps just left there. Beneath the woody creature,he could see two more serpentine glasslike orbs. Just like the one by the straw doll back there.
The glints of light for eyes went out, then flared again. Once, twice, three times. It blinked sleep out of its system, confused and a little startled. What had.... it noticed the big giant feet. BIG FEET.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 5:44:00 GMT -6
These feet did not belong to the mother tree. Mother tree’s fett were HUGE to the point of crushing a sapling beneath if they didn’t get out of the way. Mother tree wasn’t one to crush saplings though. Her seedlings were her children, and there were many of them.. At least that ws the thought. The young nyssa didn’t initally react scared to the giant reptile feet, its woody face, reminescent of an animal withan over bite, looked up from the feet to the egs, to the torso... and up. Fire colors, like the autumn leaves. Big creature.; Tipped witha head with lots of teeth, loooking just as confused and a bit scared. What was this thing> WHAT ARE YOU?
The little bush thing had greenish oak-shaped leaves sprouting from the branches on its back and head, it seemed..He’d read about oaks; they seeded by throwing out acorns.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 5:48:27 GMT -6
There weren’t that many visitors to Mother Tree’s teritory anymore. She only seemed to inhabit the yard when there was a yard not covered in snow or sand or when the dead seemed to roam around. No, that was when the bloodroot blood-forest seemed to come out to venture. One ddin’t stick around the blood forest, they were a mean bunch that hit hard. Granted, oaks were designed to be creatures to hit things they didnt’ like. But this little nyssa wasn’t a pure oak. Wasn’t a straight up breed. There were lots of tree pollen in its dna if anyone bothered to take a sample. Probablyhad apple tree in there for crying out loud. The bees man, the bees.\
Unlike the pachee or Monarch, Flare took first momement, moving back about a step. Giving this creature some space. He didn’t want to startle it further. It didn’t scare him, but had surprised him. Now what?
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Post by Renathan on Sept 7, 2019 7:22:25 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 12:24:28 GMT -6
'Too much thinking.' his suddenly in agreement sides of his mind converged in sound, a very unusual sound. 'Go with it. What could happen.' there was no room for either side of his mind or his gut instinct to argue. 'This is your first big clue to finding the giant. Make use of it.' How-ok.
The giant's eyes were the color of dead firewood. The color didn't off-put the young Nyssa, but the way those slitted eyes seemed to gleam in the partial sunlight, peeking in and out of the clouds moving overhead uncomfortable feeling. Like a termite biting the lower half of its trunk. Not comforting, but didn't initially 'hurt'. The young plant creature's eyes kept darting to the necklace around its scaled neck. Plain in looks, but with a long white tooth plainly in sight. It gleamed. The miniature branch buds on its back stood on end. That tooth. That... this. Energy.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 12:35:01 GMT -6
{I want to find the biggest of you. They have stolen from a kind old goat. A crystal cluster.] the drake felt awfully stupid initially on simply asking the bush creature for directions. {I mean you no harm, but I do wish to find the biggest one of you.] It couldn't quite understand, maybe not even at all, right?
What the ssashirk heard coming out of his mouth was his own languages. What the nyssa heard, wasn't. Not like the ring of animal tongues thing, but some sort of 'shift' of sound. A voice of the earth, perhaps? Or some invisible sneak-thing being a translator. Nobody would know as invisible things don't exist. Right?
To find the Mother. The Mother stole from humans. Human-animal come to take from the Mother. There were plenty of times over the period of years it took for the young nyssa to reach this point of its very brief maturity, no bigger then a starter berry bush.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 12:40:38 GMT -6
In the grounds of the magic house, the creatures of the earth shied away from humans. Only certain times of year were pranks and general bothersome. Like the month of the dead worships. The bloodroot was most active those times; spurred on by the oak's occasional acts of violence to be more hurtful or pranking. Faelot found the maples and the oaks in seed, and thus in the foulest moods. Mostly throwing of sharp acorns that still clung to the branches. To steal from humans... the young plant creature had trouble understanding. To steal was to bring bad things to the grounds. Humans come when stolen from. They hunt and break things to find their lost. Violent creatures, worse even then the moodiest oak.
The conundrum went unseen by Flare, who simply waited it out. If the creature decided to be a guide, to run away, or worse yet, deem him a threat.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 12:45:37 GMT -6
If the Mother had taken from humans, the Mother must've had good reason. No humans had visited in the last year or so around this time of the harvest. Or the little bush nyssa had slept through it. Very possible. Only one path seemed to be a good one. Go to the Mother. Its little eye glints focused upwards at the drake dragon thing. Winged but did not fly. Wounded but not dead. Hurt but not left to be eaten. Very alive, and very smelling of dirt. An earth mover? It reaches up for his hand, taking it carefully in small twiggy hands. Bigger by far then Monarch's. yes. yes. Dirt. The signs of hard work. A gentle touch to the earth, and those that came from it. The twiggy fingers paused, then curled a bit, holding his long fingers carefully. a gentle tug forward, the little nyssa would take the human-animal to the Mother.
The Mother would know what to do.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 12:50:13 GMT -6
It surprised Flare to find the creature taking his hand like this. Tracing the rough roundish scales that created the skin over his palms and fingers. Pebbly. It curled long fingers of wood over his own and gave a slight tug. It seemed wanting to guide. Glancing to the side of him, Flare would remember where to find those glass orbs again. For some reason, they drew his attention as well as the task at hand. But when the creature had uprooted itself, two more orbs were beneath it. Four in total. What significance did it hold? He wasn't sure, but as they stepped forward, a trio of apples came sailing out of right field, wide arc missing them both. Flare turned his head sharply. What the?!
Cackling, a bright yellow monkey creature held a small armful of apples in its grip, tossing a few up and down. The nyssa pointedly ignored the monkey, leading the drake onwards. Rude beasts.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 13:05:09 GMT -6
To Flare, he felt as if he'd walked for miles. The muscles in his leg spasmed, complaining of each step. He wasn't used to this posture of using a cane-staff to walk with. Perhaps he should've practiced more- but the thought didn't finish itself. It fizzled instead, a persuasive nudge forth to continue the journey deeper into the wilds of the abandoned harvest season gardens. As he looked about, the magic house appeared to be getting closer? Perhaps it was just the angle at which the little nyssa led him. It didn't appear to even be phased by the cane-staff he used to walk. Had whatever or whomever- the thought fizzled again. Just being egged on to move. To walk and to follow, to be led deeper and deeper in.
The little sprouts on the young nyssa's back stood straight up multiple times as it led the human-animal down the path. Something. Something off.
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Post by Renathan on Sept 7, 2019 13:07:46 GMT -6
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 13:12:50 GMT -6
The little one's sense of the world wasn't nearly as developed, but it had a heightened resonance with the rest of the nyssa forest if any were presently awake. and there were. No longer in bloom, an elderly sakura lazed in the corner of the garden, completely unassuming with its gray bark and tree-ish positioning. Elder. Human-animal. Wants to find the Mother. The little bush creature tries to get across without making a sound to alert the one it led behind. Nothing can technically understand the language of the trees... right?
Elder Sakura's branches make a bothered sound that the juvie can hear. To find the Mother. Human-animal is foolish. Why is Little-Bush taking human-animal to the Mother?
Human-animal here to find lost. Mother has stolen from humans. Stolen an earth rock.
Earth rock is everywhere. Human-animal need only to dig and find another. Return to the stolen from. No need to see the Mother.
Shiny earth rock. Cr-cry-crystal. many crystal.
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 13:23:59 GMT -6
Elder Sakura has not interacted with the Mother in many many moon cycles. To steal a shiny crystal from the humans. A risk. Humans were destructive, coming with fire and axes and long scissors. They are angered. Sending human-animal to take the crystal away. Human-animal lies. Mother does not steal from humans. The Little-Bush should not doubt the Mother.
The little nyssa's grip tightens on Flare's fingers, just slightly. Not enough pressure to hurt him, but the little bush seems ill at ease as they walk very very slowly.
The Mother is not doubted. Human-animal speaks the language of the earth. Have heard it.
No initial movement from the old sakura, more of laziness then shock. Little Bush senses the voice of the earth from the human-animal. Bird-gossip mentions of humans who speak to the beasts they have created themselves. They pay great fortune to a greedy human artificer to speak to a single of their choice. Was it this?
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 13:42:20 GMT -6
No. Human-animal wears no artificer magic on their hands. The Sakura isn't convinced that the Little Bush isn't being deceived but isn't bothered enough to get up and go investigate the human-animal.
Do not be ill at ease if the Mother chooses to kill the human-animal for trespassing, it warns. Taking the advice, the little Nyssa speeds up slightly, pulling Flare along with greater speed and urgency.
The orchard isn't nearly as sparce and easily harvested as they proceed around the house, into a dense forest of trees. Low hanging fruit is just about everywhere, ripe for the picking. The fruits ignored drop and rot on the ground, soaking into the dirt to make a compostable that the worms truly enjoy in the winter, especially once the leaves start to fall in greater amounts. Its a bit unusual that the ssashirk, the human-animal isn't resisting the nyssa's guidance. almost as if under some sort of spell...
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Post by Flare on Sept 7, 2019 13:50:32 GMT -6
With one step, the Little Bush has entered the Mother's territory. If any of the little sproutings on its back weren't standing on end from the odd sense it was getting, they were now. Very rarely did the nyssa forest converge to 'see' each other. They could sense each other through the earth, why meet. Solitary creatures, they typically were. Most of these trees were not nyssa, but regular trees, left to the devices, and perhaps the spurring touch of a Mother to create a knot of forest just for nyssa. A sanctuary of sort.
The forest darkens significantly, but the little bush can see perfectly fine. Just with its feet instead. The human-animal doesn't appear to be phased even by the change of light.
Little Bush. The nyssa sapling freezes in place. You bring human-animal into the sanctuary. The shadows shift gradually. The large overbitten heads of two approaching older status nyssa glance down from their statuesque positioning.
Bring human-animal to find its lost. Mother has stolen from the humans, it tells the guards.
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