Life is ever so strange
WHO: Ce'Nedra, OPEN
LOCATION: The Whomping Willow
WEEK: 57
TIME: Saturday afternoon some time
WHAT: Ce'Nedra is going to climb the Whomping Willow. No, really.
RATING: G-PG
Ce'Nedra had felt it the moment she had stepped on the grounds, of course. The presence of a tree, old and grumpy, but immensely powerful. One had to have priorities, of course, so she bathed first and instructed the Moogles on where her possessions were to go. Once that was done, however, she had slipped into one of the Dryad tunics that her father had always despaired of her wearing and made her way barefoot through the halls to the grounds.
Even from a distance she could see the tree, thrashing idly in the wind. It was full of magic, and she couldn't help but smile as she approached it, sending out a thought to let it know how pleased she was to meet it here.
It's response was surprise, growing stronger as she approached closer. It was seldom that people were brave enough to approach it, and even less often that they did it on anything other than a dare. And no one, it insisted, had spoken to it in years.
"Well, that's simply not right," Ce'Nedra murmured, stepping closer. A branch swung down to meet her and she laughed, showing no fear as it stopped mere inches from her face. She reached out and laid a palm on the old tree, cocking her head slightly. "I don't suppose you'd let me climb you?" she asked curiously.
The branch quivered for a moment as the tree considered. Ce'Nedra was seldom a patient young woman, but when it came to greenery she could wait all day. Eventually she felt a thrumming sort of energy under her palm - acquiescence - and laughed.
LOCATION: The Whomping Willow
WEEK: 57
TIME: Saturday afternoon some time
WHAT: Ce'Nedra is going to climb the Whomping Willow. No, really.
RATING: G-PG
Ce'Nedra had felt it the moment she had stepped on the grounds, of course. The presence of a tree, old and grumpy, but immensely powerful. One had to have priorities, of course, so she bathed first and instructed the Moogles on where her possessions were to go. Once that was done, however, she had slipped into one of the Dryad tunics that her father had always despaired of her wearing and made her way barefoot through the halls to the grounds.
Even from a distance she could see the tree, thrashing idly in the wind. It was full of magic, and she couldn't help but smile as she approached it, sending out a thought to let it know how pleased she was to meet it here.
It's response was surprise, growing stronger as she approached closer. It was seldom that people were brave enough to approach it, and even less often that they did it on anything other than a dare. And no one, it insisted, had spoken to it in years.
"Well, that's simply not right," Ce'Nedra murmured, stepping closer. A branch swung down to meet her and she laughed, showing no fear as it stopped mere inches from her face. She reached out and laid a palm on the old tree, cocking her head slightly. "I don't suppose you'd let me climb you?" she asked curiously.
The branch quivered for a moment as the tree considered. Ce'Nedra was seldom a patient young woman, but when it came to greenery she could wait all day. Eventually she felt a thrumming sort of energy under her palm - acquiescence - and laughed.