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The stirring and creaking of bark became louder, more pronounced, as Brine took root before his sap parents, and spoke. There was a rustling of leaves, the sounds of their awakening as eyes opened, eyes saw.
“Air Tuo…we had hoped that you would come, that we could see you one last time before returning to Carmelya’s embrace.” It was obvious that the treants were happy to see the spirit they had nurtured, the spirit they had ‘borne’ so long ago. They were not long for this world, and Brine could sense that clearly, but there was a sense of solemnity lifted from them now; seeing the younger treant there had been an incredibly great boon.
“The Forest of Light blooms, though time has passed since last we crossed the same paths. We wonder how you have been in your caretaking of the forest, though it seems that Carmelya has taken care of you well.”
“And who is this with you?” They asked, then, though Sorn did not choose to respond. He remained silent, having taken root in the forest’s earth a short distance back from Brine. He was a little shier, perhaps, a tad more uncertain, and besides that this was his companion's time, and the last he would have with his sap parents now.
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