Welcome to Gaia! ::

He removed a vine of the ivy growing along his haunches and placed it delicately in her hair. A gift, that should she wish to leave, she'd have a piece of him to cultivate if she chose to do so.

"The idea of grains and herbs that are not wild is new to me. I know not what you grew, or where you grew them, but I will share with you all I have." He creaked when he moved. "If you will travel with me further and help my brethren flourish as you did yours along the way."

It felt like he'd been gutted. Only in the place of pain and terror there was only elation. The feeling of flying. He'd felt like this already with her. This made it twice.

He wanted to tell her that he'd heard it too. That the trees had told him something wonderful was coming. Something he'd never be able to be without again. Instead of words, though, tears flowed. No weeping. No sobbing. Just joy overflowing.

All he could hope for was that she'd understand. He had a feeling that she would.