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13 - Populus Tremula
Dec. 20th, 2014 09:40 pm[Open spam - Aslan's camp and surrounding]
[Some of the tree spirits are waking, slowly, now that there is spring and the snow is melting. The woods are alive with whispers, as they once were before.
The half-dead aspen by the long-dry riverbed has woken sluggishly, but completely; he moves about now, a tall, sad-eyed figure with cracked, snow-white skin. His foliage is gone, but he wears a laurel of mistletoe around his head. He speaks to no-one and no-one who knew him in the days before the long winter seems to expect him to.]
( Closed message, later )
[Meet Riss, the spirit of a quaking aspen. He's been kind of a debbie downer since his naiad lover died, which was years before the reign of Jadis started. He's mopey but but he's probably not desperate enough about it to make a deal with the devil or anything*.
*He's totally made a deal with the devil.]
[Some of the tree spirits are waking, slowly, now that there is spring and the snow is melting. The woods are alive with whispers, as they once were before.
The half-dead aspen by the long-dry riverbed has woken sluggishly, but completely; he moves about now, a tall, sad-eyed figure with cracked, snow-white skin. His foliage is gone, but he wears a laurel of mistletoe around his head. He speaks to no-one and no-one who knew him in the days before the long winter seems to expect him to.]
( Closed message, later )
[Meet Riss, the spirit of a quaking aspen. He's been kind of a debbie downer since his naiad lover died, which was years before the reign of Jadis started. He's mopey but but he's probably not desperate enough about it to make a deal with the devil or anything*.
*He's totally made a deal with the devil.]
