Walking in a Winter Wonderland [Open][December 3010]
Nov 10, 2017 12:34:16 GMT -5
Post by Redbough on Nov 10, 2017 12:34:16 GMT -5
In the depths of winter, there wasn't much for an ent to do. The seeds of spring had already been sown, the animals had migrated or hunkered down to wait out the cold, and the world slept, cocooned in a blanket of white. Most of his kind remained in Fangorn during this season, but with no huorns of his own to shepherd, Redbough was free to roam as he pleased--even if his fellows often cautioned him otherwise.
A tree striding across the fold was an odd sight indeed, but that had never stopped him before. A gnarled face, adorned with lichen and frost, swung slowly about as he surveyed the landscape, the red eyes set deep within it seemingly searching for something. A warm and yet longing hum surrounded him, a deep and sonorous song that carried far and low. There had been no sign of any entwife for centuries, though he and his comrades had searched far and wide. But while they had eventually returned to Fangorn, sequestering themselves away from the world, Redbough had refused to give up searching for his Gilderleaf. Unbeknownst to him, the other ents had murmured sadly of his fate, and of the wound he had suffered that seemed to have kept his mind in the past. None had had the heart to try and stop him, and so they had watched as he strode from Fangorn to spend the winter roaming, in search of his missing mate.
Despite the somber nature of his journey, for the moment, the ent was rather cheerful. The day was crisp and cold, and though winter often made him sleepy and sluggish, the bright sunlight was enough to rouse him. A small herd of deer watched him pass, their winter coats thick and dun-grey, before bounding away over the fields. He was perhaps closer to the human settlements than he ought to be, but he meant no harm to them, and expected no trouble. Whether that would remain true or not was yet to be seen, but for the moment, he was content to travel and sing, calling out to his long-lost partner.
A tree striding across the fold was an odd sight indeed, but that had never stopped him before. A gnarled face, adorned with lichen and frost, swung slowly about as he surveyed the landscape, the red eyes set deep within it seemingly searching for something. A warm and yet longing hum surrounded him, a deep and sonorous song that carried far and low. There had been no sign of any entwife for centuries, though he and his comrades had searched far and wide. But while they had eventually returned to Fangorn, sequestering themselves away from the world, Redbough had refused to give up searching for his Gilderleaf. Unbeknownst to him, the other ents had murmured sadly of his fate, and of the wound he had suffered that seemed to have kept his mind in the past. None had had the heart to try and stop him, and so they had watched as he strode from Fangorn to spend the winter roaming, in search of his missing mate.
Despite the somber nature of his journey, for the moment, the ent was rather cheerful. The day was crisp and cold, and though winter often made him sleepy and sluggish, the bright sunlight was enough to rouse him. A small herd of deer watched him pass, their winter coats thick and dun-grey, before bounding away over the fields. He was perhaps closer to the human settlements than he ought to be, but he meant no harm to them, and expected no trouble. Whether that would remain true or not was yet to be seen, but for the moment, he was content to travel and sing, calling out to his long-lost partner.