oom: Jack comes home

[jack_inthegreen]

The forests of Britain are not what they once were. It was said a squirrel could cross from Newcastle to Dover and never touch the ground--but those days are long gone.

Still, what remains of the forests feels much the same to the one who knows them. Their voices are familiar, comforting--many are old friends who remember him from seed and acorn.

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[mellowout_]

One should always simply Be.

But then, it's easier for some than others.

A long elegant dragon flows through the wood and coils around his friend.

Hello.

[jack_inthegreen]

Hello.

His branches sway in greeting.

[mellowout_]

The dragon slithers among them.

You always did find the most beautiful forests.

[jack_inthegreen]

They are all beautiful. Hard woods or soft, primeval or new, evergreen or annual . . . they are all more beautiful than words can express.

[mellowout_]

Your daughter is beautiful as well.

[jack_inthegreen]

There is a long silence filled only with the sound of wind through leaves.

My best and truest creation.

Yes.

She is.

[mellowout_]

The dragon coils at the base of his trunk.

Your husband is too. They will be well, but miss you painfully.

[jack_inthegreen]

Gil, say the rustling leaves.

Georgia, whisper the creaking branches.

I know.

[mellowout_]

The dragons huffs a sigh and little bamboo shoots begin to sprout around the ent.

Others will miss you as well.

[jack_inthegreen]

Will they?

I am not so sure.

[mellowout_]

The dragon's coils tighten.

Cottleston Pie.

[jack_inthegreen]

The great oak sighs.

Is that your answer to everything?

[mellowout_]

It is the answer to everything.

[jack_inthegreen]

It's like the Hokey Pokey in that respect.

[mellowout_]

The dragon chuckles low and deep.

It is the same thing.

[jack_inthegreen]

The tree . . . exhales.

"Just keep dancing, is that what you're saying?" says the Green Man to the dragon at his feet.