#Between the Trees

[oldfarmhouse]

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[crunkboy]

[X]

[omgitsaddyc]

TRICK OR TREEAT

not me digging through my google docs-

you get a snip from my NOVEL! you have to know that I hate Kvyat and Jason so, so much. they're a mess.

Kvyat knew he shouldn’t stoke the fire after their chaotic wake-up situation, but he couldn’t stop himself once he saw the mortified look on Jason’s face. Was it really that easy to fluster him? He silently sauntered over to where Jason was cowering in the corner, and stood up on his toes to whisper next to his red-tipped ear. “Like what you see?”

also we're sharing one of these because I'm still obsessed with them after my visit.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Between the Trees

Narrated by Loen.

Narrator: At dusk, the Pigeon Forest was unusually quiet. An ominous damp mist slowly drifted in the air.

Narrator: The detector suddenly buzzed, and everyone snapped into a state of alert.

Loen: Relax. The energy signal's very weak. It's probably just a group of little elves.

Narrator: After carefully checking the readings on the detector, I brushed away a huge falling leaf and found myself looking at a group of translucent elves.

Little Elf: ...!

Narrator: Donning skirts made of colorful petals, the little elves were huddled together, nervous and anxious, as they made a flute-like sound.

Loen: Don't be scared. I mean you no harm.

Narrator: I approached them gingerly, squatted down, and opened my palm to reveal a bunch of small bright-colored flowers.

Choose "Is that a magic trick?"

You: Is that a magic trick?

Narrator: I learned it from an old friend in the guild, although he's more into magic pranks.

Loen: My name is Loen. I'm a mercenary.

Narrator: A bold elf looked curious and let herself come closer. Suppressing a smile, I deftly weaved the flowers into a ring and put it on her head.

Narrator: The elf paused and widened her crystal eyes. Then she joyfully flapped her wings and did a spin in the air before bringing a blue glowing leaf to my mouth.

You: She wants you to eat the leaf?

Narrator: It's just their way of being friendly... that's what I heard at Encounter with Nature. They call those Flower Fairies.

Narrator: Most of their kind are shy and don't talk much, but they will give friendly people an herb that allows them to understand their language.

Narrator: I put the leaf in my mouth. The other fairies gingerly came out of hiding behind the tree and flew over to my ear. Their voices were soft and fearful.

Flower Fairy: The things they carry with them look so scary...

Narrator: I looked at the scientific devices carried by the others. Most of them were turned off and looked perfectly innocuous.

Narrator: I motioned the other members to step back a little, and the fairies finally felt safe.

Flower Fairy: Thank you, Loen.

Narrator: In a display of gratitude, they danced around me like flowers swaying in the wind, ethereal and intoxicating.

Loen: Why are you so afraid of those machines? Did something happen in the forest lately?

Flower Fairy: A few days back, a group of scary people came to the forest with robotic monsters and made camp near Lake Bovaly, occupying our home.

Flower Fairy: Their devices emitted a strange energy signal that made us weak... Can you help us?

Loen: That's exactly what we're here to investigate. Can you take us there?

Flower Fairy: Sure!

Narrator: To avoid attracting attention, I let the others stay behind and went with the Flower Fairies to track down the intruders.

Narrator: The sun was slanting westward and the forest was turning dark. We kept walking until we reached Lake Bovaly, whose glimmer illuminated the trees around it.

Narrator: The wind carried the faint sound of chatter into my ears. Through the gaps between leaves, I saw dozens of black-robed figures on guard duty by the lake.

Loen: They're all hiding here.

Narrator: I soften my steps and threw a pebble at the center of the clearing. The moment it hit the ground, a poisonous arrow flew toward me.

Black-Robed Figure: Who's there?!

Narrator: Taking advantage of the confusion, I leaned over and tossed out a smoke bomb, releasing a cloud of smoke that quickly obscured everyone's sight.

Black-Robed Figure: Protect the devices, fall b-

Loen: It's too late for that.

Narrator: In the midst of the heavy smoke, I relied on my memory and dashed to the two nearest black-robed figures, then I raised my hand to hit the backs of their necks before they could react.

Narrator: The two fell immediately. The others quickly raised their poisonous arrows and fired away at me.

Narrator: As I dodged, I drew the dagger from my waist to cut down an arrow flying my way, and then knocked out another enemy with the back of the blade.

Narrator: Through the smoke, I saw a golden crow embroidered on the lifted corners of their clothes.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[metamorphesque]

The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

[felixcosm]

oh scarecrow, is it really that bad?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why are you running?

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[catilinas]

The wind blows their ghosts to the ground

line (loosely a translation of iliad 6.146-9) from memorial by alice oswald, embroidered onto a ginkgo leaf i found on the ground

[thefanatic-10]

Uuuuuhhhh i didnt think making art with a reason or like needed specific meaning to it would be hard, like im still drawing the same thing just the flowers are specific thats not that dramatic of a change

[soosoosoup]

critters

[craft2eu]

Between the Trees: Köln vom 03.02. bis 16.04.2023

Der Baum hat eine fundamentale Bedeutung für den urbanen Raum und das Grün in der Stadt. So nimmt er eine zentrale Funktion bei der Kühlung des Stadtraums, der Regulation von Regenwasser, der Luftreinigung sowie der Verbesserung der mentalen und physischen Gesundheit von Stadtbewohner*innen ein. Genauso dient der Baum aber auch als Inspirationsquelle und Werkstoff für Design und Kunst. ©…

[crunkboy]

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[bunnypuppygirl]

Between The Trees White Lines & Red Lights

it's not the intimacy tht brings me closer 2 u

[theophagism]

ANNUAL FALL REWATCH OF HANNIBAL HAS BEGONE

[uwhe-arts]

down from the mountains . . . | uwhe-arts