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The fae did not hear the inner discussion betwixt trees, although given his slightly off-handed disposition, it was unlikely that he would have cared either way. He simply remained atop Sorn’s crown, rocking back and forth in what was a highly rhythmic motion whilst humming a cheery little song. The affairs of the forest- regardless of the fact that he happened to be living within it- seemed to matter little to the fae, though he appeared content enough in leading them to the shadow elf city now.
“Why? It sees the elf city as a threat, it does, and wants to protect itself, so it strikes. Always it has seen Eth’gantor this way, the difference now that the wards are weakened.”
The faery would not explain itself any further unless asked, and his words as they were seemed fairly cryptic. Little different to what Elder Trach had already said, however, though unfortunately little more, as well.
“There will be a war, little trees, elves and forest. And then, who knows what will happen in this place?”
The fae fell silent after that, besides shouting out one direction or the next as he led them on the paths they were to follow. Eventually, they came to a place outside of the Forest of Light, bordered by pillars of stone. There seemed to be a purpose to the design, although whatever that purpose was remained unknown. They seemed…ominous, in a way, the way they simply stood there, in silence, watching the threesome as they moved.
The little fae atop Sorn’s head, however, was soon to break that silence, rolling over onto its belly as it mused a little query out loud.
“So, friend trees, what are the names I can sing?”
Apparently, it was in particular asking for theirs.
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