Elvin was aware when Agnes stepped foot into the forest again. He couldn’t tell it was her, until the birds came and told him. He smiled, thanking them, letting the one who had landed in his branches rest there. He didn’t mind the little weight added.
He sat leaning against his tree, his life, growing at the edge of the lake. He spend most of his time here, feeling content and at peace. Sometimes some animals came to him, bunnies or deer, occasionally even a bear. Snuggling up to him, enjoying his presence. And he was always glad for the company, humming soft tunes he remembered, though didn’t know the origin of anymore.
Agnes made her way towards the water, eager to see it in its entirety. She made sure to watch her step as she went along, not wanting to disturb anything else. When she finally made it, she looked out over the water with a smile.
She sits down near the shore, sighing softly. “It’s beautiful…” She takes off her backpack, going through it quietly. She retrieves a case out of it, then sets up her ink set quietly. She starts painting the view in black and white, smiling to herself. She couldn’t wait until she got home, so she could colour it in.
Elvin perked up when he saw someone step into the clearing. It took a moment, and he recognized Agnes. He giggled softly to himself, nuzzling the bunny on his lap. Of course she would’ve found the lake. He welcomed her, and the forest wouldn’t hide its paths to her because of it.
“Go on, little one. I think I’ll welcome our guest.”, he spoke softly to the bunny, setting it on the grass and letting it hop off. He stood up, walking over to Agnes, and curiously watching her as she painted. He didn’t want to startle her, seeing how she might mess up because of it.
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