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As Brine started on his way back across the Forest of Light to see his sap parents one last time, so too did Sorn awake, albeit slowly. To the younger Treant, Brine seemed in such a hurry, which was strange given their kind. They had so much time to dedicate to pursuits such as these, that the youth had little concept of why Brine felt the need to follow them now. They could have travelled the length of the forest any brightening- time was of little meaning to them- so it was a curiosity as to why they had to go now.
Uprooting his legs from where they had been planted in the lush forest ground, Sorn walked, languid as any treant could be, using large strides to catch up with his companion, and to speak.
“Elder Trach said you can go?” A question in the rhetoric, really, given that Sorn already knew the answer. Or, at the very least, he thought he did, and simply wanted to hear the truth from Brine. “But what about the seeds? They need us to plant them, to help them grow.”
Evidently Sorn believed that he would be going on this little journey, too. It was why he was worried about the saplings, and the seeds. They were giving life to the forest, tending the young and planting new birth. The thought of abandoning all that was disturbing, and the younger treant was clearly perturbed. The distance itself, however, was not all that far, and Brine’s sap parents would be easy to find.
One last time, before they journeyed into benevolent Carmelya’s embrace…
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