@infancyheels [ cassandra ]
the trip to whitestone hadn’t been easy, but as he paused in the square and stared up at the branches of the great tree in front of him, it was already worth it. the city bustled around him as he shouldered his bags once more and slunk closer to the tree, confident that no one would notice as he reached out to touch the white bark.
“wildmother,” he sighed to himself softly, letting his hand drop once more and he peered at the branches, watching as birds flittered from twig to twig. he glanced around, spotting a woman not too far from his own age that seemed to be lingering at the tree too and quietly approached her.
“excuse me, madam, i was wondering if you could tell me about this tree- or where i could find out about it. i’m not local, you see, and i’ve seen some nice trees in my time...but not one like this.”