03-08-2022, 03:51 PM
@Philippa
the staff team luvs u
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She stared down at the flowers with a slightly critical eye, they had been placed around the base of the tree as it withered, likely dying despite it's great age. "Perhaps you shall be saved, Old One," Kore murmured as she lifted a delicate paw to shuffle forward the winter rose - not one she would ordinarily pick due to how sacred but it was a fitting need for such an offering - , it's thorns ghosting against her pawpads as she then cast her gaze to the great tree, high above where it loomed. "I wonder what stories you might have to share, I imagine you have seen so many things in all of your years," imagine, being so old and being unable to directly tell people of what you have seen. Kore knew the trees could talk, the wood calling to the sprites and it made her jealous; her own ears unable to catch their whispered words.
"One day, old friend, might we share tales of our lives," the girl cooed as she stepped back, looking at her offerings, her beckoning for the fairies to come and see the dying tree and find a way to bless it back with life or at least, a worthy ending. It would not die soon, not completely, it was old and large and it would die slowly. That was almost the more heartbreaking part, she thought. ^^
She stared down at the flowers with a slightly critical eye, they had been placed around the base of the tree as it withered, likely dying despite it's great age. "Perhaps you shall be saved, Old One," Kore murmured as she lifted a delicate paw to shuffle forward the winter rose - not one she would ordinarily pick due to how sacred but it was a fitting need for such an offering - , it's thorns ghosting against her pawpads as she then cast her gaze to the great tree, high above where it loomed. "I wonder what stories you might have to share, I imagine you have seen so many things in all of your years," imagine, being so old and being unable to directly tell people of what you have seen. Kore knew the trees could talk, the wood calling to the sprites and it made her jealous; her own ears unable to catch their whispered words.
"One day, old friend, might we share tales of our lives," the girl cooed as she stepped back, looking at her offerings, her beckoning for the fairies to come and see the dying tree and find a way to bless it back with life or at least, a worthy ending. It would not die soon, not completely, it was old and large and it would die slowly. That was almost the more heartbreaking part, she thought. ^^
the staff team luvs u