- Mar 13, 2015
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"No, Cyril, it clearly said in the book that they're under the giant willow tree, not on."
"You weren't even the one reading the book, Hafoc. Now be a good boy and fly."
"Don't treat me like a dog!"
The ruckus was happening under a certain giant tree deep within the forest. The half elf and his familiar were informed by those books they've read that this part of the forest wasn't too friendly-- that it was dangerous and therefore forbidden-- but they paid no mind to such warnings and still came here in search of rare and maybe of even magical plants that they can use in making potions.
Cyril was still the boss between him and Hafoc. And so the latter, in his hawk form, flew higher to inspect the intimidating tree for possible shrubs and plants that may have rooted themselves on its bark, even though Cyril was completely able to climb up without him. But Cyril was also busy below; he was trying to reread the notes he copied from the library books, a task quite easy despite the low light. Sure it was daytime, but the trees were so thick far above him and Hafoc that it didn't seem like the sun even rose on this place, ever.
He didn't know it yet, but he was probably going to get lost sooner or later.
"You weren't even the one reading the book, Hafoc. Now be a good boy and fly."
"Don't treat me like a dog!"
The ruckus was happening under a certain giant tree deep within the forest. The half elf and his familiar were informed by those books they've read that this part of the forest wasn't too friendly-- that it was dangerous and therefore forbidden-- but they paid no mind to such warnings and still came here in search of rare and maybe of even magical plants that they can use in making potions.
Cyril was still the boss between him and Hafoc. And so the latter, in his hawk form, flew higher to inspect the intimidating tree for possible shrubs and plants that may have rooted themselves on its bark, even though Cyril was completely able to climb up without him. But Cyril was also busy below; he was trying to reread the notes he copied from the library books, a task quite easy despite the low light. Sure it was daytime, but the trees were so thick far above him and Hafoc that it didn't seem like the sun even rose on this place, ever.
He didn't know it yet, but he was probably going to get lost sooner or later.