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The land was vast. Green fields, just waiting to be taken over by humans. A big lake graced its features, the water crystal clear and shining brightly. Close to it grew a single tree. If it managed to stand there without humans cutting it down, it was sure to grow for hundreds of years into a big and mighty tree.
That tree was blessed to have a spirit being born with it from such a small state. It wasn’t uncommon for older trees to bring forth a spirit, as old and wise as the tree was. But this young tree had a spirit just as young. Nameless and new to the world, the spirit’s amber eyes took in the sun and the beautiful lake in front of them. They learned quickly they couldn’t move away from their tree, or they’d be pulled back to it. They didn’t really mind it too much. Just seeing was amazing to the young spirit.
Places like these were Quinton’s favorite, air devoid of anything except the hints of flora, and earthy tones. The sky clear, and the grass under his feet- a rare occasion where he’d decided to be without shoes. His wings, unfortunately, were still hidden under his glamour, as empty as the land may be he knew all too well humans could still be about and he didn’t feel like putting himself at risk or stress.
For the moment, he had been drawn to the tree- be it the odd aura that seemed to lie in..or was that beside it? – Or the fact that the tree stood alone in the expanse of grass, untouched, and beautiful.
It was unexpected to spot a small being as he wandered closer, a curious look on his face- however, Q’s entire being emitted no threat, and as he drew closer he eventually made his presence known. Intrigued as to whom- or possibly what would be out here all alone. It could simply be a human, but the aura seemed..speical.
“Hello?”
The little spirit looked up from where they stood next to their tree. They were young and naive, without any knowledge besides of what nature provided. Language was something he didn’t yet know, except the sound of rustling leafs, birds singing their songs, and the gentle sound of water moving. Even rain was a song they knew about.
But still, they smiled seeing someone else. They didn’t know what this newcomer was, who he might be, but they were glad to see.
“Hello!”, they copied. The soft breeze whispering words to them, about words and gestures, humans and other beings. They listened, curious about the world they were so new to.
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