Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2017 18:01:33 GMT -5
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Where had she been going? It was hard to tell really. Talwyn had left the drop point, and was following Zip farther than she would normally go. The Scorch had caused a lot of issues for the colonies, and she saw how raw emotion seemed to rile them all up. What they thought would be safe, all the steel, was not. It had melted and created an even messier situation. Those that chose to live in the Mountains were surrounded by rock debri and the bitter memories of living in the caves away from others. Yet, those that chose to live in Nemus or Exurbia were strained with knowing at any moment (as seasons were not yet determined) the Scorch may obliterate everything once again.
Talwyn, obviously. Didn’t care either way. The Mountains had been fun for her, but the confinement was something she did not enjoy. Solitude did not come new to her, and besides, when she was a lone..she never really was. It had been quite some time since the Scorch, and while the forest had erupted and burnt into mostly cinder, she couldn’t help but notice how it only seemed like the outter lay of the trees. The young black haired girl had been standing in front of a tree with her hand placed against it’s outter shell with a twinkle in her eye. How did they get so tall if they died completely? How did they survive so long, if, like was thought, they were burnt to a crisp during the Scorch.
Trees didn’t grow when dead. There was no way they would get so tall. So fruitful.
Twinkling blue eyes stared at the large tree in front of her, her finger tips caressing it as she murmured to herself before abruptly her smile grew. She knew what she needed to do, but how? Swinging out her toolkit, she looked at all the tools before her hand grasped around the hatchet and she began to cut at an angle to pull the dead looking bark away from it. And that, that is when she noticed the almost pink like hue of the wood. Dead wood did not look like that. It was a live. Living. Breathing. Beautiful. Her eyes lit and she peeled the top layer off with the sharpness of her hatchet, doing a little dance in her single spot as she did and singing the dwarves song. There is a reason the trees can grow so tall, and that it wasn’t a desert instead of what seemed lush with vegetation.
I can't hear you
You're talking to yourself
You're talking to yourself
Where had she been going? It was hard to tell really. Talwyn had left the drop point, and was following Zip farther than she would normally go. The Scorch had caused a lot of issues for the colonies, and she saw how raw emotion seemed to rile them all up. What they thought would be safe, all the steel, was not. It had melted and created an even messier situation. Those that chose to live in the Mountains were surrounded by rock debri and the bitter memories of living in the caves away from others. Yet, those that chose to live in Nemus or Exurbia were strained with knowing at any moment (as seasons were not yet determined) the Scorch may obliterate everything once again.
Talwyn, obviously. Didn’t care either way. The Mountains had been fun for her, but the confinement was something she did not enjoy. Solitude did not come new to her, and besides, when she was a lone..she never really was. It had been quite some time since the Scorch, and while the forest had erupted and burnt into mostly cinder, she couldn’t help but notice how it only seemed like the outter lay of the trees. The young black haired girl had been standing in front of a tree with her hand placed against it’s outter shell with a twinkle in her eye. How did they get so tall if they died completely? How did they survive so long, if, like was thought, they were burnt to a crisp during the Scorch.
Trees didn’t grow when dead. There was no way they would get so tall. So fruitful.
Twinkling blue eyes stared at the large tree in front of her, her finger tips caressing it as she murmured to herself before abruptly her smile grew. She knew what she needed to do, but how? Swinging out her toolkit, she looked at all the tools before her hand grasped around the hatchet and she began to cut at an angle to pull the dead looking bark away from it. And that, that is when she noticed the almost pink like hue of the wood. Dead wood did not look like that. It was a live. Living. Breathing. Beautiful. Her eyes lit and she peeled the top layer off with the sharpness of her hatchet, doing a little dance in her single spot as she did and singing the dwarves song. There is a reason the trees can grow so tall, and that it wasn’t a desert instead of what seemed lush with vegetation.
ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS
