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[sheila_nagig]

There's a nice breeze today on the lake.

The tree seems to like it.

...what, never seen a tree dance before?

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[gris_bug_man]

A man with a bebbeh is watching the tree dance. And no, he's never seen one dance before.

The bebbeh finds it joyful and is clapping her tiny hands.

"Hello, Sheila," Gil says, coming beneath her branches, holding his daughter securely.

[sheila_nagig]

A single white blossom lands on Gil's nose, and the branches seem to wave.

This is one happy tree.

[gris_bug_man]

He smiles. "Georgia grows bigger every day. I will never be able to thank you for the gift you have given Jack and myself."

Georgia, for her part, reaches out, touching Sheila's bark. Hi motherauntlove hi!

[sheila_nagig]

A blossom lands on Georgia's nose, too.

One branch, gentle, touches Gil on the shoulder.

Hello, daughterniecelove.

Gil won't hear it; Georgia certainly will. And so would Jack, if he was around.

[just_a_soldier]

Thankfully Aeryn isn't taking her anger out on stray trees today. Though the idea that this one is somewhat alive, gives her pause.

Zhaan was a plant, but that was different...this was just odd. Still, she's probably too busy sulking to care. And yes, it is that obvious.

[sheila_nagig]

What is there to say? Her bark's way worse than her bite at the minute.

The branches wave. And are probably more inviting than they should be. There seems to be a nice, cooshy patch of moss right at the base of the tree.

[just_a_soldier]

Which Aeryn doesn't sit on. She does, however, lean against the tree. This isn't Lord of the Rings, the likelihood of being eaten is small.

"Living trees are something new. Frelling Milliways."

[sheila_nagig]

But it's such a nice, springy, green, SOFT mosspile! Perfectly sized for Aeryn's tiny little peacekeeper ass!

Also, an excuse for the mun to use exclamation points! The tree pouts!

[witchy_rebel]

Maybe Morgan has, in her dreams of the fae. Maybe she's hasn't, but no matter if she has or has not, the tree makes the pregnant young witch smile.

[sheila_nagig]

The tree waves at the pregnant young witch.

Or. Yes. Nevermind. The tree waves.

Trees do that!

[witchy_rebel]

Of course trees do, everyone knows that. Another smile, and Morgan drifts over, reaching out with slender fingers to touch her bark.

[sheila_nagig]

Hee, tickly.

It might be that she hears the giggling whisper on the breeze, or maybe it's the way the branches shudder, but Sheila's ticklish, and always has been.

[valehero]

A messy blond haired adept wanders over, and stops at the tree, then smiles slightly. This, he hadn't seen before in his wanderings. Then again, it had been a while since he was this close to the bar in his wanderings. He stops and rests a hand on the tree, speaking to it through the use of his psyenergy, a trick he picked up while wandering through Angara. "Truly a sight to behold, a tree that dances with the breezing winds. Good day," he speaks softly.

[sheila_nagig]

Ooh, hey, the hand tickles.

But that? Is one happy tree. Watch her dance. Someone to talk to yay!

[valehero]

Isaac smiles with a soft laugh, pulling his hand back. "Forgive me then...might I ask what makes such a living thing want to dance on this day?" he queries. He's spoken with trees before, but this one...well, it talked a little differently than the ones he had conversed with before on his home world. Still, this was nice.

[sheila_nagig]

Who wouldn't want to dance in a breeze like this?

Although, truth be told, she's glad she doesn't have nipples or really feel the cold in tree-form. It's bitter cold.

[amanda_darieux]

Amanda has been playing in the trees as she does often. When she comes to the dancing tree however she stops and dismounts. A warm smile crossing her face. She knows this tree. Walking up to it she places a warm hand on it, "Hello Sheila."

[sheila_nagig]

The tree's branches wave a little harder. Take it as a "Hi!" because it's been a while since Sheila spoke to Amanda last.

[amanda_darieux]

Amanda laughs lightly, "It's good to see you. I'm glad you are looking well. Not too much longer and you can re-join us."

"I hope you don't mind if I spend some time here with you." her hand gently stroking the tree.

[sheila_nagig]

The tree squirms. She's ticklish.

Don't mind at all. Company's nice.