The forest, a place of calm and solidarity. Where was once a large pool of water had grown a massive tree, one that towered far above the rest in the area. It provided a great deal of shade on the ground and a large birth of space around it where no other trees dared grow. The massive root system was mostly above ground having curled around the small pond. Which in turn nestled it in what could be described as protective arms. This tree was not always there, having only been a new growth as of two and a half months prior it had the most interesting of growths. A large rose bud. While it started out small, it had since grown with each passing day without promise of blooming.
Each day that passed the surrounding area of the tree thrived with life. Berry bushes, editable plants, medicinal herbs and vegetables. In addition to this the animals that entered the clearing around the tree, no matter the species did not harm each other. It was a rather common sight for wolves to bed down with deer in the clearing ignoring all those that entered. While not a holy place, the clearing hummed with natural magic that was in and of itself pure. Untampered. Raw. Ancient. Something about the tree itself was unadulterated by the passing of time.
The rose that grew from the trunk of the tree seemed to echo the same magic, though in a slightly different manner. The bloom had been there for a good deal of time, almost a full month had passed since it initially sprouted but it appeared that it was going to fully bloom in the very near future. Some of its petals already have begun to open.
Each day that passed the surrounding area of the tree thrived with life. Berry bushes, editable plants, medicinal herbs and vegetables. In addition to this the animals that entered the clearing around the tree, no matter the species did not harm each other. It was a rather common sight for wolves to bed down with deer in the clearing ignoring all those that entered. While not a holy place, the clearing hummed with natural magic that was in and of itself pure. Untampered. Raw. Ancient. Something about the tree itself was unadulterated by the passing of time.
The rose that grew from the trunk of the tree seemed to echo the same magic, though in a slightly different manner. The bloom had been there for a good deal of time, almost a full month had passed since it initially sprouted but it appeared that it was going to fully bloom in the very near future. Some of its petals already have begun to open.
