 Thanks for starting!Once again, Hemming's feet had dragged him to Grandfather's Tears. There was a strange allure to the place, one that the male would attribute to the music playing the first time he had wandered in. His mind kept subconsciously prodding him in the direction of the springs, and as he wandered he half expected to hear the gentle lift and fall of the lute again, as if it was the music of the trees and not of a fellow mortal. Alas, the forest was quiet save for the chirping of birds and the distant trickle of water.
Even without the music, the beauty of the place drew him in. Stepping over thick roots that snaked their way through the bronze soil, Hemming let a hand drift across tree trunks as he passed them. Their height was remarkable, and the male pondered their age as his golden eyes tried to reach their tips. Above the trees, loose clouds were drifting by, but Hemming was oblivious; the sky was all but blocked out by the thick canopy that shaded him.
The trickling of water was getting louder, and, just like every time he came here, Hemming felt like a trepid explorer. Such dense forest seemed to make his thoughts more whimsical than usual (which was saying something) and he was quite susceptible to fantasy. These reasons, perhaps, could justify his reaction to the sight he set his eyes on as he entered the clearing, though it was likely that it would've been the same anywhere.
"Ah! A noble steed! And you, your Grace! What is it that's demanding your attention?" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air and taking a few energetic steps towards the stranger before stopping. The words had slipped out without even consulting his brain, but he would go with it. An approach like that would usually only be employed on someone he had at least met once, someone who understood that he wasn't crazy but merely strange. |
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