[Dictated]

[treeshepherd]

  [There is a sound halfway between the creak of ancient wood and a sigh.]

Hrooom.

The trees are young, here.  They sing to me, but they do not know much of this world.  Hoom, they remind me of groves I knew long ago.  Ah, the willows of Tasarinan in the Spring.  They were lovely when I walked among them.

Hm, but this is no time for an old Ent's memories.  Come.  Tell me what news you have of this world.

Comments

[treeshepherd]

Some trees can be quite talkative. But very, very few people ever listen. Too hasty.

[heal_theworld]

People do tend to move faster than trees, yes. ...Do you move slower then? Is that why you can hear the trees talking?

[treeshepherd]

I hear them because I am an Ent.

[heal_theworld]

[A pause when she tries to figure this out and then-] ...What's an Ent?

[treeshepherd]

An Ent is what I am. A shepherd to the trees.

[heal_theworld]

A tree...shepherd? [She thinks about this, and what he's said.] Are you a tree too, then?

[treeshepherd]

I am not a tree.

[heal_theworld]

Then you're just an Ent. Who shepherds trees. [He is what he is. Martel can understand that.]

[treeshepherd]

That is correct.

[heal_theworld]

Then pleased to meet you! I'm Martel Yggdrasill.