[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]

Test?

[amiable]

[ She pauses again. This actually sounds kind of familiar. Trees talking would mean life... and Alexstrasza and some others have mentioned all things have life. ]

Do you mean you can... hear the trees? Like they speak to you the way I am now?

[treeshepherd]

I am a shepherd of the trees. This is not my forest, but every tree has a voice. It is merely one that most peoples are too hasty to hear.

[amiable]

What are they saying? [ But they're probably MAGICAL trees, too. ]

[treeshepherd]

Of sunlight and water and seasons.

[amiable]

But it's winter right now.

[treeshepherd]

Winter is a season as well, young creature.

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[amiable]

I'm not a creature!

[amiable]

I'm a human! [ Is this person not, then... ] My name's Uru.

[treeshepherd]

Hasty. Very, very hasty. You don't want to go about giving your name to just anyone, you know. Never know who might be listening.

[amiable]

Just other residents, I think!

[treeshepherd]

Hrrrmm, residents?

[amiable]

Yeah! The book you're talking into is a magical journal. It's how we communicate here. [ pause. ] I guess you're not in the castle...