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Brine moved through the woods, diligently, and slowly, as most Treants do. The barked skin of his creaked, and the parting of the ground where his roots dug in could be heard throughout the woods. As me moved, he could hear another behind him. Stopping, and firmly rooting himself into the ground, he turned a little, and saw Sorn coming after him. He wasn't in the least bit surprised. The younger Treant was always looking up to Brine, and their was very stringent about their duties to the seeds that they spread, to help with the growth of the Forest of Light. Bark creaked as Brine smiled, and he then said, It will only be a few brightenings time that I am gone... if you've not heard, my sap-parents will not be on this plane much longer... I can feel their life drifting away from them. I might have all of the eras in Telath to go anywhere I please, but they... they only have perhaps a cycle or two left... before they pass on to Carmelya. I know that she will take care of them, but I still must see them once more... I was the last of their children.
He almost felt a little selfish, taking the time for himself, but he would talk with Elder Trach about it later. Perhaps the good elder could settle the worries that the Treant had, as he had done in the past. Taking his time, as normal, he uprooted himself, the ground almost looking as pristine as it had been before he had rooted; he began to move forward again. Hoping that Sorn would not feel to sore about what he was doing, now that he had explained himself, he would continue to speak using the telepathy that allowed his race communication with each other, and the nature around him. I know you'll probably follow me, but you don't have to abandon the seeds for the time being as I have. I'm sure my sap-parents would be glad to see you as well Sorn, before they say farewell to their eternity on Telath...
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