[澤] The Harmonic Forest || » Sprite Sanctuary [Farm]

[Rexnov]

[ Reza Shah al-Sakaar ]

Ninjutsu l Oathkeeper l Thrall of Sakaar

I gave Iron Oak a nod. “I can’t say I have ever heard of a spirit called Pacification. I look forward to meeting it one day. I must go find something to eat though, being stuck in a crystal for thousands of years gives one a rather large appetite.” After a brief second of silence, I shifted my non-dominant hand in a ninety degree angle while opening the palm, then my right hand closed into a first, aligning it with my pinky with the heel of the hand, and the index finger with the beginning of the fingers of the other hand. Then I held my hands against my chest, and bowed my head until my chin touched the middle finger of my open hand and said: “May we meet again, in this life or the next, if Sakaar wills it.” With that said, I took a step back without turning my back from Iron Oak, gave the sprite a smile, and then went to find my way out of this swamp so I could kill a bird or something to cook.

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Chakra: 100 l 100
Stamina: 100 l 100
EXP: 25 l 500

Odoeb

 

[Tenshuyami]

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It wasn't hard to find his way back to the sprite sanctuary, not when he had already marked the path through trees he passed. Of course, he felt something was off. Maybe it was the thick fog of the forest making him imagine things, or escorting a complete stranger by himself, but...Oh well. As long as nothing's bothering me directly. Takeda was never one to care about the little things. As long as something didn't directly affect him, he just didn't bother with it. That was probably a habit from being a jiongu, the overabundance of hearts acting as a safety net that dulled his instincts.

Thankfully his tent was still placed where he left it, so leaving for so long didn't bite him in the a** as much as he thought it would. Good ol' Iron Oak was exactly where he was before as well, so that cut another potential roadblock. Missions rarely end so nicely. Usually ends in giant feet coming from the heavens or everyone falling in love with each other. Exhaling in relief, he approached the guardian with Hanako following close behind. "She, like myself, doesn't know what's going on. I'm hoping that you'll protect her for as long as she remains here..." He told Iron Oak, gaze unwavering as always. "and that you'll honor the deal made with the coward. There wasn't a trace of the first boy you sent out. Not even a corpse. I'm pretty sure he high-tailed it the moment he was out of this sanctuary." While it wasn't his ultimate need in life to handle the affairs of others, even he wasn't going to let other human lives be swallowed up so early. It seemed there weren't any adults left in the world, meaning that letting someone die was the same as killing a child. The first boy who was sent out was a child as well, but not one who deserved forgiveness.

"I completed the task, and the reward you offered was a relic long lost. I wasn't the one it was promised to but I saw it done nonetheless. Please, give me the reward. He drew his blade with his next action, rain lightly splashing against the longsword before he plunged it down, sinking the tip into damp earth. He held both hands over the pommel, standing stalwart. A gesture he learned from a mercenary group in a land far off from the water country. It was a sign of respect, but also that he wouldn't leave until his conviction was settled. The common, honorable response would be either returning the gesture, or acquiescing to the request.



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[ZephyrsBlade]

It didn't prove too difficult to tail the mysterious figure back to wherever he was going. So others had awoken too, and they were likely many kinds of people out there. Aside from Hesrik though, all the people Ryslatho had noticed looked quite young. What could that be about? With the fog rolling in, Ryslatho worried more about being within hearing range than within visual range of the man. It also meant he had to be closer than he would've really liked but now that he did not have other people to worry about his curiosity was getting the better of him.

The things he was hearing was interesting. Something about a coward, a missing boy, and a relic as a reward. This fellow, Takeda, sounded like quite an honorable sort of guy. He was worried about the person he was with being protected. Were they strangers originally then? Ryslatho had assumed they were together and knew each other. If that was the case, this probably was not somebody who attacked on sight. Not that Ryslatho wasn't a suspicious looking figure however. He'd try to stay within hearing range to see how this developed.

In the mean time, hey this looked like it may be a different area of forest. As again, Ryslatho began circling through the surrounding trees around hearing range and looked for the insects he could incorporate into his hive. He had definitely noticed some insects in the forest, now it was more a case of locating a hive. And honestly, he'd prioritize getting a hive over continued spying on Takeda at this point.

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Lanfaer

Royal Inari Okami

 

[Lanfaer]

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tab Above Ryslatho's head would come the fluttering of wings, the only sound to disturb the quiet and peaceful aura that pervaded the clearing till this moment. A moment later a bird, what looked like a dove, flew by with a gentle flap of its wings. Wings that seemed to be ablaze, or rather, they were fire in the shape of wings, trailing little lines of smoke with each flap as it caught a thermal, bringing it back higher into the trees where others of its kind flitted about. Wings of fire and wind danced and swayed, and along with them a familiar hum. The hum of little wings the bear aloft insectoids, and ones that seemed fairly close given the noise.
tab This attention might well be diverted when a voice came from a nearby tree within the clearing, a voice both ancient and wise...and coming from one of the fire doves. It sit upon the earth, preening its flaming wings between opening its beak and unleashing a deep, rumbling voice. "Welcome back, ancient one," it groaned before spitting out a single flaming feather into a nearby puddle. "The boy of which you speak has, for the moment, been claimed by that which guards this place. He has been Pacified. Yet for your actions I will bestow you the same gift, what the man who wielded it called a 'hand canon'."
tab From the ground began to rise a steel box, pushing the mud around it apart as something beneath forced it to the surface. It had a clasp on one side, more of a latch that needed to be raised before it could be opened. Yet once the boy would open it he would see a hand cannon with a silvered barrel and a smoothed, wooden grip of what looked to be elm. Large, and with twenty-four rounds in a small case beside it, the weapon looked to be powerful enough that were it not for some steel in his bones Takeda would well hit himself in the face upon a single shot. Still, the weapon had another oddity to it: upon the grip was engraved the symbol of Kirigakure no Sato, with a thirteen pointed star pattern encasing it in crimson metal.

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I Tortured Sleep I

 

[ZephyrsBlade]

A sudden flash of flame caught the corner of Ryslatho's eye when the dove fluttered by, trailing smoke from its flaming wings. Usually his first instincts were to judge whether or not it was something he could eat, but something about the oddity of the creature and (more likely) the forest he was in stopped those thoughts from coming out. Instead, he froze and marveled at the beauty of it. And, as though it was a harbinger of good fortunes, Ryslatho noticed the hum of little wings in its wake. He gave a quick word of thanks to the omen and followed the noise of insects impatiently.

His body was on edge, he could feel the frisson even on the insides of his body, where his hive was. He shivered lightly in anticipation, barely paying attention to the exchange from the forest clearing. From what he saw of it, a strange metal tube similar to a small, ribless crossbow was being passed. He felt a natural revulsion towards it. It seemed ugly compared to the beautiful bird from earlier. Now curiosity was filling Ryslatho. What other wildlife had changed now? How about the insects of the area? There was a chance he could start a whole new relationship between man and mushi. A self-sustaining legacy that did not demand human intervention, now that was attractive. Climbing up the tree, he sought the source of the noise.

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Lanfaer

Royal Inari Okami

 

[Lanfaer]

_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||

______Katherine's Narration
tab The trees thickened as he continues forward up trees and down paths, each step bringing him deeper into a section of the woods that, from the looks of it, not many animals frequented on a day to day basis. There were times where squeezing between trees was the only means of moving forward yet the hum grew steadily louder until the pounding of his own feet were drowned out by the sounds alone. One final push through a thick tangle of brush and Ryslatho was forced to snag at a tree or else fall face first into perhaps the largest ground hive she'd ever likely seen.
tab The source of the humming lay below in what appeared to be a bit dug out by millions of worker insects working in concert over many, many years, creating what was essentially an inverse bee hive. Twenty feet across and closer to five times that down, the pit chittered, hummed, and sung with millions of tiny wings that struck the air with incredibly ferocity the instant he came into view. Blue black bodies flitted about him, zipping back and forth as if studying him while still others shot in circles in what he'd know to be defensive formation. This alone showed their intelligence, but what might have been the icing on that particular cake was that below, at the direct center of the pit, lay what appeared to be a chair made from the same structure of mud, spit, and and blood that all hives were made of. It was in this that many rested and swarmed, yet again as he clung to a branch the insects blurred inwards and upwards, filling the air with thee beating of wings and generating no small amount of wind at their passing. For the moment they held, but these bugs...it was odd, really, because they looked to be wasps, but a different color than the normal variety.

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ZephyrsBlade

 

[ZephyrsBlade]

Ryslatho's pupils dilated at the sight of such a large group of insects gathered on the ground below him, even as he dangled precariously over them. This really was a large swarm and his brain raced with thoughts, trying to piece together his knowledge of the creatures. Though it was quite outdated by now... He'd just have to make due. At first glance, the insects blowing past him appeared as off-colored wasps, dyed in blue and black instead of the usual yellow. There was a wide variety of responses to his presence. Some had taken defensive formations around him, not yet stinging but certainly capable of it. And Ryslatho knew he was in no position to risk antagonizing them.

The way the hive behaved, with some taking defensive formations while others continued flying back and forth, suggested a more complex hierarchy here. He couldn't begin to estimate the size of the hive, but the chances of just one singular queen setting this up seemed unlikely. Perhaps there were multiple queens, in which case just attracting one into his body would be enough. It was possible they bred like no tomorrow too but Ryslatho was going with his first hypothesis here. On top of it all, there was.... what looked all the world to be a chair. Made by the wasps. And innate to possibly all human beings, where there was a chair there was a desire to sit. He began to swing away from the wasps to find a ground approach to the nest.

Once he got on the ground, Ryslatho decided to cover himself in mud, just roll around on it. With the weather the way it was, it would not be difficult to find some. He wanted to completely cover himself in a decently thick layer before approaching the nest. Working with new creatures was stressful for both sides as neither usually knew what the other would do and the mud was for peace of mind as much as peace of body. With this, he approached the nest, and especially the chair. It had been a while since he had a chance to utilize his chakra networks but he would try to offer bits of his own to mollify any wasps. And so tentatively, he approached the chair waiting to see how these new age insects reacted to him.

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Lanfaer

Royal Inari Okami

 

[Tenshuyami]

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Ancient one. A fitting name, but an oddity all the same. To Takeda, "Ancient" was stone. Dusty tomes. Relics of a bygone age. No amount of steel, blood or tendrils could take away from what he was. When the voice of a forest mentioned a forest, Takeda tried and failed to hide his excitement. His eyes suddenly had a lot more focus to them, and his lips parted with a small, somewhat dork-ish smile for all of a moment. His expression had straightened itself out once he knelt on one knee, lifting the latch on the steel box. Once the hand cannon was revealed, he ran his hand over it. The smooth grip, silvered barrel, five round chamber and hammer. Double action, meant all he had to do was c**k it once and then unleash hell on whatever decided to get too close. He grabbed it from its case and stood, holding it in front of him while pointing it in the direction of nobody. The thumb of his right hand raised and cocked the gun, listening to the loud, familiar click. It was a bit heavy, which meant that even without his strength it probably wouldn't have been too hard to fire with a little speed. There weren't any speed loaders on him, so he'd have to be careful about the time that came after firing five shots. He twirled the gun with quite some grace and went to holster it, only to realize that he didn't have a firearm holster. He'd probably have to hunt an animal and skin it in order to get that done.

Crouching once more to collect his ammo, he took the box as a whole with him as a temporary case for the weapon until it found a better home. He was quite happy with his reward, considering how much he used guns in the later stages of his life. He'd always been a jack-of-all-trades when it came to melee weapons, but he could never handle a bow properly. His tendrils didn't like the strain that came with all the pulling. Crossbows were both handy and quite fun to use in situations where he knew bringing another weapon wasn't needed, but nothing quite clicked with him in the long-range department until he fired his first bullet.

It was an old colt revolver, the type that used black powder. Takeda didn't expect the shot to be so loud. It caused such a rift in his thinking that he almost jumped from the sound of the cartridge hitting the wet ground. Sure, his Mizukage from long ago used guns, but it always fired off Ninjutsu. There was never that smoking barrel, the roar of the powder, the sickening sound of impact that happened as the metal tore through tendril, fabric and flesh. His lips were parted in shock beneath his half mask, but they firmly closed when the surprise of the moment began overstaying its welcome. Tendrils writhed on the ground while one of his targets screamed, the other two beginning their assault once more. All of them "Jiongu" enforcers of the current "Mizukage." Artificial puppets led by a guy trying to fill shoes that were much too big, one who controlled them out of fear. Takeda didn't have to return to Kirigakure, but he felt it was his civic duty to be a thorn in the side to those who made the weak submit. He wouldn't say it, but he also did it for the strange, powerful boy that rescued him so long ago. The jiongu that stood before him were weaker, their tendrils a watered-down version of his own. That didn't stop them from being a threat in close-combat, despite his proficiency in it. Crossbows didn't do much. The tendrils would push out the bolt and staunch the bleeding. This though...the steel in his hand. They stepped forwards, and his finger squeezed the trigger again. **BANG**

The memory finished its playback in his mind. His eyes focused on Iron Oak, the red hues filled with respect, along with something more. Gratitude. "I don't think I can really express how much this particular reward means to me, other than saying thank you. I hate to be a bother, but I have two more request. If possible. One large, one small." He paused a moment to think of the exact wording, but decided to just broach what he needed head-on. It was important. "If it's at all possible, I'd like passage away from these lands. My memories of this place are more bane than boon, and I've rarely had good things happen to me here. That applies especially to Kirigakure. The sigil on the gun's hilt didn't give this place away, but I grew up in a place that's similar to where we are now. Wasn't a city boy until I was a teen, and that change wasn't by choice. I...know this place. Enough to realize that it's the land where I've tried and failed the most. If you could help take me somewhere else, it'd be appreciated. If not, I'll just have to make the trip myself." Sad to say, but it was the truth. He'd tried, failed, and bounced back so many times in Kirigakure only to repeat the cycle; It tore at him again and again and again. Taking the chance to go MIA, becoming the dog sage, exploring the world. Those were the best choices he ever made.

"As for my second request, if you have a mask somewhere in your inventory of lost goods...it'd help. There are many people in this world that I would rather keep from recognizing me. Some for my own good, others for theirs. A...half mask, if you have any. I don't like things blocking my visibility at all."



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[Lanfaer]

_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||

______Iron Oak's Narration
tab Looking upon the boy who dared to ask for more Iron Oak's face took on a curious expression, which seemed alien on a pumpkin. Wait, what? Pumpkin? Yes, a pumpkin that stood where Iron Oak had stood before but this time where his antler's had been now rested hardened, red licorice that had candy corn as tips to the horns. The body was otherwise a giant orange squash that seemed to pulsate as it spoke, the voice coming from the apple pie with fire wings at its shoulder. "Is there something the matter, young one? To answer your question, I have no mask, but I can move you to another location if it be tied to the earth." Those words were followed by a strange, unusual sound of something in the distance...screaming.
tab Followed by a very familiar, and possibly terrifying sound of a particular little boy crying, followed by one sentence: "Round two, tentacle boy, and this time try not to squeal so loud in front of the children."
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______Hellhive's Fury
tab The wasps flew around him, twisting and turning observing, yet at his flow of chakra they moved closer and took the chakra away, flourishing their bodies in a strange display similar to a dance before moving away. Perhaps allowing him some breathing room, the wasps retreated until they were far enough away to dance and sway as if in some sort of ritual trace. In fact, all around they did so, swaying, swerving as they watched him approach. They would continue to do so for the moment, their hums harmonizing, as if in understanding and acceptance of what he offered. Still they awaited something, a signal perhaps.
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ZephyrsBlade

 

[ZephyrsBlade]

Ryslatho felt his nerves settle as the blue-tinged wasps around him began an intricate sort of dance. It was foreign to him yet so familiar he felt like this was where he belonged. Gaining confidence, he approached the central chair of mud, spit, and blood and sat as the wasps flitted around him, marking his approach. Plopping his a** down onto a throne of nature, Ryslatho waited for what would come next. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, he could very well die here stung to death by a whole swarm of these bugs, but he suppressed it. He was already too far in. This was a test of whether or not he was still able to live, and adapt, to this new world for Ryslatho. If he had misread this much, it wouldn't take much more for him to misread other dire situations and wind up dead. And without bugs, the defining feature of the Aburame clan he hailed from.

"I am Aburame Ryslatho. Come, nest within my body."

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Lanfaer

 

[Lanfaer]

_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
______Hellhive's Fury
tab The hum rose to a fevered pitch as the hive rose into the air, spinning around together in a cloud of rage and hate that make up the anatomy of all wasps. Yet in a few moments they gathered and maneuvered, turning around and around before flying straight down to the chair. Rystlatho would find his jaws pried apart by the hungry clasp of the wasps as they began to pour down his throat, climbing deeper and deeper into his body, burrowing into the holes left by previous creatures. Wings beat against his throat as they nipped and tasted all that remained of the former residents, and struggle would be to breath past their continued assault on his body. Too did they slide into holes on his body, filling him to capacity in minutes while more and more flew into him. Strange that they seemed to shrink, to condense in ways that shouldn't have been possible given their size and girth, yet thousands flew into him and nested within his body.
tab What felt like an eternity passed until the screaming of the wasps returned to a hum, and he would feel the vibrations of their movements upon his bones. Yet the majority of the hive remained around him, working, building, speaking of the 'Great Dream' that had been forced upon them. They whisper of dark secrets, that something lies without that he mustn't see, but beware indeed must he for something quickly was approaching, something that devoured their kind, and something they greatly desired to kill.
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ZephyrsBlade

 

[ZephyrsBlade]

Hysterical and horrified laughter filled the little clearing as the madness of being filled with the blue wasps, their bodies molding into his own as they entered, became of size, and began clearing out space for their newfound hive. It was a traumatic ordeal to witness, and somewhat more so to be at the center of. Yet that was why the Aburame Clan's secret techniques weren't that sought after. If something had gone wrong, maybe the wasps decided to reject him last minute or he had misjudged their intentions, he would have been a dead man. A throbbing pain filled him as the insects moved through his body and Ryslatho settled into a fetal position as he waited for it to abate.

The wasps were busy making sure to claim every part of the hive inside him as their own. Any evidence of his original kikaichu hives were eaten, removed, or appropriated into the new one. It actually felt kind of good. Imagine clearing your sinuses after having a stuffy nose, except your sinuses were all throughout your body and you had no way of blowing them previously. As he recovered from the event, laughter trickling away into gasps, he sat up in the chair and took a moment to feel himself. His anxiety levels had dropped, he could feel that much. A part of his personality, too, had molded to fit that of the insects he incorporated. Usually kikaichu were bred in-captivity and molded to fit their host, yet these were feral insects that had resided on their own for who knows how long. And their general anger, though perhaps something to be resisted, would have an impact on Ryslatho.

For the moment, he sat. While his chakra was somewhat drained, he tested the waters of his hive and sent some of them out to scout his surroundings. He frowned a bit. He had forgotten all about the people from the waters he had been stalking, could they have heard him?

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Lanfaer

 

[Lanfaer]

_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||
______Hellhive's Fury
tab The hive whispered, hummed, and tasted the existence of something living nearby. Something, or somethings, were nearby and watching him, their body posture one of non-aggression and curiosity. They were crouched near another tree, one up atop a branch and the other crouched at its base. They didn't move as the wasps came near, only remained still so as to avoid any displays of aggression. Perhaps due to what they'd seen they recognized who it was, and what it was, that hummed around them as one raised its voice, releasing the voice of the girl named Koko. "How does it feel to be filled with that which you lacked, Aburame?" A simple question, but one filled with a curiosity that lacked emotion in a curious manner that left the tone feeling...flat. "How does it feel to be complete?"
tab The voice from above likely belonged to the male twin, Koga, who watched from above and monitored the wasps. "I imagine a mixture of pain and ecstasy, sister."
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ZephyrsBlade

 

[Lanfaer]

_______________The Narrator Whispers... ||

tab In what must have felt like a sudden, violent change of events Granny found herself in a new place quite unfamiliar to her ancient eyes. The fluttering of wings, the tweets and chirruping of birds and the whispering of wind across leaves that wove between trees carrying with them the weight of centuries of life greeted her as the first experiences her senses would touch. The scent of new life, of water and growing things touched her sense of scent next, so powerfully as to almost taste it. Yet when her eyes opened she'd be introduced to another sight, a wooden man with a head of antlers rich with swirling color and energy that she might well recognize as the hallmark of a Forest King. Ancient spirits manifested as the leadership of the millions of forest spirits that live within the natural world few things were as apparent as the rang their antlers bestowed. The colors, each representing a different part of the forest, showed the allegiances he'd earned through thought or deed that made him the spokesperson for that which lived and breathed beneath and canopies.
tab Marble eyes blinked a moment before the great entity bowed from the waist down, showing great respect in the depth it chose to fall to. Erecting itself once more the large creature gestured to a wooden chair that seemed to have been grown from the natural world around it as its voice, a deep, rich baritone echoed as if from a great distance above.
tab Above, where there seemed to be an enormous number of avians with wings made of fire and swirls of clouds.
tab "Sit, ancient one, and be at peace," its voice whispered, an ephemeral impression of the groans of trees rustling in the wind echoing alongside it. "Long has it been since one of your kith have graced this world. I would imagine, then, that you are not from it."

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HeadlessKiko

 

[HeadlessKoko]

One moment atop a tree. The next, in yet another new place. Would this become a pattern? Where she will only ever be in one spot for a little while before switching to the next? She certainly hoped not. That would make things quite disorienting.

Ignoring the sudden disturbance, however, Granny came to quite swiftly appreciate this environment. She unconsciously found herself taking in a deep breath, a thorough taste, of the life-filled air around her before even opening her eyes. Her ears and tails twitched in calm pleasure.

When she opened her eyes, Granny was met with quite a surprise. "Oh my," she said in that ancient way of hers. It took her a while, but she did recognize this being in front of her as a Forest King. Even in all her ears, she had only ever met one. This was not that one... and there was something different, as well. It was only natural that things were not identical between two different worlds, just as it was natural that certain worlds would share similarities. This Forest King was both. Granny, who had been hoping that maybe she had returned to familiar lands knew now that she had not.

Granny stood up as the great spirit bowed and before accepting the seat the spirit offered her, she gave her own bow, just as deep and respectful as the one she received. "This old one is embarrassed by the respect the honorable Forest King graces this one with. This one is not worthy." Her voice, in stark contrast to the other's, was normal and average, no different from what one would expect from the throat of a young one. In short, very clearly the voice of one who was no longer a special being. The number of years she had lived, perhaps, could make her deserving of such respect, but to talk of age to a being such as the one in front of her would only be silly. However, inappropriate as she might feel accepting the respect to be, it would be even more disrespectful of her to argue about it, so she did not push the matter any further and finally took the wooden seat offered. "Many thanks to you for your kindness. As you have so wisely perceived, this one is a stranger to this world." Since when had Granny realized that these weren't just strange lands, but a strange world? About... now, actually, just when the old spirit told her. Its words were like the last piece of the puzzle.

There was a leisurely pause, the slow-moving break to breathe and enjoy one's surroundings that patient elders enjoyed taking. This place was nice. The easy to please Granny was also thought Chet was nice. She worried for his well-being now, but being a veteran to a thousand goodbyes, she easily eased her concerns. It was the duty of the young to prove themselves in hardship.

Once she had taken a look of this place and gotten used to her surroundings, Granny's face turned up to the wooden being in front of her.
"Wise Forest King, could this one trouble you with some questions? Where is this place? This one has seen sights equal to these in her past life, but only ever few and far between, in sanctuaries secluded from the taint of the world's corruption. Are such sights actually plentiful in this world or as they as valuable and rare? This one hopes to trouble you with an answer to these questions." To Granny, it felt only natural to assume that one such as the great Forest King, would naturally know such things as her real age and previous self once she stepped into his realm.

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