Elvin knew when someone entered the forest. But like anyone with no ill intentions, there was nothing that would harm Enyo.
Elvin was as old as the forest. Even older, technically, as he was the beginning of it. His tree stood here, right by the lake, first. When there had been nothing but plains, no human anywhere in sight.
Enyo’s village had been the one to teach him to hide inside his tree and stay away from humans. Except one little girl, who had found him, and taught him to love everything.
He had been here when the village fell. He had watched the humans move away one by one, until the village had been burned to the ground. By then a few more trees had grown close to his. The beginning of the forest.
And now there was nothing left, except Elvin, and his forest. The lake protected by a magical charm that lead everyone in circles around it. Unable to go to the lake.Enyo let his hands fall and pulled his legs to his chest. “I hope you don’t mind me staying.” He repeated yawning soon after. He just wanted a safe place to rest. He would have climbed a tree and settled up there if he knew there wasn’t a deity watching his every move.
Elvin smiled softly. So this person wanted to stay here with him! Well, he wanted to stay in the forest, which was pretty much the same thing. The forest was him, and he was the forest.
A bunny hopped up to Enyo, a yellow and orange flower laying on its head. It nudged against Enyo, settling down next to him.
Elvin was fine with Enyo staying here, and he would try and keep him safe. For as long as Enyo was no threat to the forest, its inhabitants, or anyone walking through.

