The trees have other ideas. She willed them to pick up the animals and they did. She remembers something about them dimly. She planted them. she cared for them. They whispered to her back, welcoming her home and asking for more.
The demand for more is the most familar thing.
The ones with knives the trees throw away and she won't bother with seeing where they land. That leaves the lost one. She keeps some distance even though he's being held by her decendants.
"You will tell no one of what you saw," she demands, her soft voice unaccustomed to use. "Say it. If we do not believe you, we will discard you like the others!"
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Date: 2014-02-19 04:28 am (UTC)The demand for more is the most familar thing.
The ones with knives the trees throw away and she won't bother with seeing where they land. That leaves the lost one. She keeps some distance even though he's being held by her decendants.
"You will tell no one of what you saw," she demands, her soft voice unaccustomed to use. "Say it. If we do not believe you, we will discard you like the others!"