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Evergreens has a minion!

the Flock

Evergreens
Legacy Name: Evergreens

The

Glade Darkonite
Owner: Trishadoll

Age: 8 years, 2 months

Born: January 17th, 2018

Adopted: 8 years, 2 months ago

Adopted: January 17th, 2018

Statistics

Level: 8
Strength: 16
Defense: 12
Speed: 11
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 17
Books Read: 17
Food Eaten: 3
Job: Unemployed

A Peaceful Life is Disturbed

It’d been forty-three days since the man in the tattered jacket had started to visit Evergreen’s woods. The late summer sun was still shining through the canopies of the trees and the filtered sunlight was hot and heavy. Particles of dust danced through the brackets of sun. The forest collectedly breathed and shifted.

Evergreen’s eyes peered around the corner of her textured trunk. Gazing through the swaying strands of her crown she peered at the now not so unusual visitor to their section of the woods.

“You should talk to him” murmured Cheep on the right.

“It’s taken you long enough” cried Ebony from the left.

“He always brings flowers” cooed Day.

“Sometimes he cries” added Clarence fluttering softly above.

Evergreen continued to peer. She was nervous. She’d never had much interaction with humans in her section of the forest. The only news she’d ever hear would come across the wind or in the stories her friends would bring her from further away. She only knew that he was unusual. Usually humans would not visit so consistently and usually she was not so easily entranced. There was something though…something about this human that seemed so…sad. It sparked her curiosity and when the man would cry or sometimes even speak. Evergreen would listen quietly to the lull of his whispering voice. Several times it had even managed to draw her into a deep sleep, one in which she would dream she was human. That she and this man could walk together, that they’d be able to meet face to face and speak. That somehow, she would be freed from her muteness and be able tell him. To tell him she loved him.

That she loved his golden hair, his dark eyes, that she loved the sight of him in the late afternoon sun. That she hoped he wouldn’t cry. Not anymore. Not as long as she could tell him how she felt, so that he’d never have to feel the dirt under his fingernails again. Never have to cry anymore tears over the growing grass again. That she’d take him far away from the snags in the woods and that he’d never have to see them again. Oh, how she dreamed.

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It was nearing the end of summer when the man came again on a summer afternoon when the sunlight danced and the wind blew. Evergreens peered out again from behind her tree, but this time, this time was different. This time, Evergreens would do something she’d never done before.

“Hurry now” cried Cheep on the right.

“Before you miss your chance!” muttered Ebony from the left.

“You can’t let him get away this time” added Day.

“Maybe this time he won’t cry” cooed Clarence fluttering softly above.

Evergreens slowly placed her right foot forward. After a moment’s hesitation, the gnarled roots of the tree released Evergreens from their hold. She stepped softly in the grass with minimal sound. The man continued to pray facing downward. She stepped closer. The man’s words grew louder in volume. Evergreens crept closer still, her crown swaying.

Closer, closer, and closer still. She stuck out her hand. The man’s face within her swaying field of vision glowed softly in the remaining drips of the sun. Finally, finally, finally, finally…

"Finally” a smooth voice said.

The man’s reclined face turned sideways. Evergreens stayed frozen in movement.

“He sees you!” cried Cheep on the right.

“Now you two can meet!” shouted Ebony from the left.

“A joyous occasion!” cawed Day.

“Better hope he doesn’t cry” added Clarence fluttering softly above.

Evergreens stared. The man slowly reached out his hand.

“Finally” he said with a smile.

Evergreens didn’t like his smile.

A small flock of birds fled out of a swaying Wisteria tree at the sound of anguished cry.

A wisteria tree quickly withered with great lament.

A man kneeled in the darkening woods, his prayers now clear.