Nox walked slowly through the forest. It was her favourite place to be. She listened to the wind make the leaves whisper and watched the sunlight scatter through the shadows of the trees. The grass was shining from the morning dew and she little out a quiet chuckle as a drop of last night’s rain dropped onto her nose.
She knew of the legends of this place and recalled when she had been lost as a child. She was scared as I got dark but a voice on the wind told her not to be afraid and a track appeared in front of her which guided her home. Ever since then, she came back to this forest to offer her thanks by planting a new tree.
She carried the sapling carefully, trying to find a good spot.
Elvin smiled where he was, at the heart of the forest. The lake no one had ever found before -people either not daring to wander too deep into the forest, or afraid of getting lost. It was where the oldest tree resided, and with it the life of the forest’s deity.
He knew Nox was in the forest again. He was accustomed to her presence by now, able to tell it was her easily. The forest was always light for her, easy to walk through. Paths clear, and animals content with her presence. They knew she was safe, as did the forest.
Elvin had often thought of showing himself to her. He never had, though. The only thing he did, was visit the new saplings she brought once she left the forest. Talking softly to the new parts, the growing trees that would soon become a part of the forest, a part of him.
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