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“You really think so?” Came the younger treant’s reply as he was told that Brine’s sap-parents would be glad to see him there too. Sorn was yet young in his years, and often looked up to Brine as something of a role-model in life. He was also, however, very wary of turning from a given path, and Elder Trach had set them to planting seeds. Abandoning that task did not sit comfortably with him, but this seemed like a special case, and Sorn…Sorn wanted to go.
Perhaps it was a characteristic of the young, regardless of race, but the younger treant felt something pulling at his roots, compelling him to go. They could always come back to plant the seeds and tend to their part of the forest on their return, and surely Elder Trach would understand.
“I’d like to go…we can plant the seeds when we come back.” Sorn spoke after a lengthy, deliberate pause. Treants were not the swiftest of peoples to come to a settled decision, with their young not being altogether much better off. “We can plant them when we return, can’t we…?”
Lifting his roots from the ground, Sorn followed, walking the earth some distance behind Brine as they made their way to the other end of the forest. The journey would have been considered long by some species, but for Carmelya’s verdant creations it was not in the least bit trying. It was simply a matter of how quickly the two wanted to travel, how quickly the intended to reach their journey’s end.
The forest itself was blissful this brightening, serene as they walked its fertile paths. There was nothing to hinder Brine from reaching his destination, and soon he could feel the presence of his sap-parents more strongly, a thread which was yet weaker than it should have been. The grass and flowers were lush beneath their roots, bobbing and swaying so slightly in the summer breeze, whilst the sun’s light, broke into fragments by the forest canopy, danced and made magnificent patterns on the forest floor.
The scenery was a delight, the forest lush and beautiful, as it should have been. The time to appreciate it was short, however, as the elder treant’s destination grew close. They only passed a handful more trees, and there they were, rooted ahead; Brine could feel that it was them, feel the connection, the lifeline slowly slipping away. His sap parents, sleeping still, the bark of their arms stirring, leaves rustling, as they seemed to sense that someone dear to them was close.
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