&quot;Life can come back, once the earth is turned.&quot;

"... Fine, is something. Thank you grandpa! I love you."

She replied climbing over his branches until she reached the top and gave him a kiss on the forehead (and ran away before he could get angry or take back his word).

“Mmmh, yeah yeah...” He grumbled, reaching up to grab her after she kissed his gnarled forehead. “Darn banshee, what kind of trouble is she getting into now dealing with some Noxian who’s unafraid of The Ruined King?”

He’d have to think about that later though as he’d need to look for something to ‘wear’ to this wedding. Do they make suits for treants?

"GRANDPA GRANDPA! GRANDPA wake up, you gotta move, I need you in my wedding!"

The tree spirit, who had taken root and fallen asleep a few years ago, began to stir from the familiar voice nearby. A familiar and annoying voice. He immediately exhaled a long sigh as those glowing blue eyes of his opened once more, looking around for the source of the voice.

"What do you want Banshee?"

"BUT YOU KNOW ME AND THAT SHOULD ENOUGH REASON."

The banshee raised her voice in frustration, a little tantrum similar to the one of a child.

"I swear grandpa Maokai, if you don't come to my wedding I will come here each single day and stare at you whispering the dumber things that happened the day before and I won't let you sleep in peace ever ever again! And I won't water anymore the plants of the Isles!"

As much as he didn’t want to agree to this the thought of having her come to annoy him every day sounded worse than going to the wedding.

“Okay fine, but could you at least tell me who you’re marrying? You can at least tell me so I know whether to like them or not.” He grumbled, his smaller arm resting on top of his larger one.

"A noxian. I can tell you that much. Most of people don't like him, but I do, I love him. He is to me and doesn't support Viego."

“That didn’t answer my question, but if they don’t like Viego maybe they might be interested in getting rid of him...” The mighty treant grumbled some more, thinking it over once more.

“Fine. I will go, but mostly because this ‘husband’ of yours interests me.”

"GRANDPA GRANDPA! GRANDPA wake up, you gotta move, I need you in my wedding!"

The tree spirit, who had taken root and fallen asleep a few years ago, began to stir from the familiar voice nearby. A familiar and annoying voice. He immediately exhaled a long sigh as those glowing blue eyes of his opened once more, looking around for the source of the voice.

"What do you want Banshee?"

"BUT YOU KNOW ME AND THAT SHOULD ENOUGH REASON."

The banshee raised her voice in frustration, a little tantrum similar to the one of a child.

"I swear grandpa Maokai, if you don't come to my wedding I will come here each single day and stare at you whispering the dumber things that happened the day before and I won't let you sleep in peace ever ever again! And I won't water anymore the plants of the Isles!"

As much as he didn’t want to agree to this the thought of having her come to annoy him every day sounded worse than going to the wedding.

“Okay fine, but could you at least tell me who you’re marrying? You can at least tell me so I know whether to like them or not.” He grumbled, his smaller arm resting on top of his larger one.

"GRANDPA GRANDPA! GRANDPA wake up, you gotta move, I need you in my wedding!"

The tree spirit, who had taken root and fallen asleep a few years ago, began to stir from the familiar voice nearby. A familiar and annoying voice. He immediately exhaled a long sigh as those glowing blue eyes of his opened once more, looking around for the source of the voice.

"What do you want Banshee?"

"Wake up! You must go to my wedding. Come on granps, I'm getting married this next sunday. Please, please?"

Said the banshee pulling the tree by one of his branches.

He turned his body so he could look at her, his stern gaze still as harsh as it was those many years ago.

“Why should I care about you getting married?” He grumbled again, the branch she was pulling shrinking away from her grasp.

"But grandpa I am your only real grand daughter, you should care!! Come ooon..."

She began to tap softly his leaves.

"Please, please, please. It will be nice and you will be able to see how human kind is doing now on days and you will see me happy and you could say hi to my fiance, come on."

He began to slowly uproot his legs, kicking dirt all over the area around him. He’d apologize to the surrounding bushes and smaller trees of course, especially the ones that sprouted around him.

“The reason I came out here to sleep in peace is because I don’t care about such things anymore. What makes you think I even want to say hi to your fiance? I don’t even know who they are!”

"GRANDPA GRANDPA! GRANDPA wake up, you gotta move, I need you in my wedding!"

The tree spirit, who had taken root and fallen asleep a few years ago, began to stir from the familiar voice nearby. A familiar and annoying voice. He immediately exhaled a long sigh as those glowing blue eyes of his opened once more, looking around for the source of the voice.

"What do you want Banshee?"

"Wake up! You must go to my wedding. Come on granps, I'm getting married this next sunday. Please, please?"

Said the banshee pulling the tree by one of his branches.

He turned his body so he could look at her, his stern gaze still as harsh as it was those many years ago.

“Why should I care about you getting married?” He grumbled again, the branch she was pulling shrinking away from her grasp.

"GRANDPA GRANDPA! GRANDPA wake up, you gotta move, I need you in my wedding!"

The tree spirit, who had taken root and fallen asleep a few years ago, began to stir from the familiar voice nearby. A familiar and annoying voice. He immediately exhaled a long sigh as those glowing blue eyes of his opened once more, looking around for the source of the voice.

"What do you want Banshee?"

🍵 @twisted-heartwood

Send 🍵 and I'll tell you what tea your character would be:

Mint Grey (Black tea, mint or bergamot) and blue berries:

Grandpa Maokai is the oldest grandpa of the Shadow Isles, so he must stay near the classic flavors, aka Black tea.

BUT! He is also an angry old man, for that reason he would have some mint or bergamot. As final detail, forest pappa, let’s put some berries there, pref. blue berries for aesthetic and flavor. Boom! Mint Grey tea with blue berries.

@twisted-heartwood

#ooc #musings #nithhaiahh

//I think he’d genuinely like this tea to be honest.

justrpmemesandmusings

Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve

#ooc

“Zyraaaaaa.” Points to the two bony specters making a ruckus. “The ghouls are fighting again!”

@falsecalling @hook-and-chains @zyrc

#ic #dash commentary

Something or someone bumps hardly into the giant tree.

The treant slowly turns his head and looks down at Nith, his ghoulish eyes piercing through her as if he was peering into her very being.

“Taking action means I would be alerting The Mist of my presence, which in turn alerts it’s minions. Even if I destroy Thresh the chances of his essence being destroyed is unlikely; a being that crafty has ways of coming back.” Maokai grumbled and stroked his ‘chin’, trying to think of a way to both help her and get something out of it.

“What are the extent of your powers? Maybe you have something of use that gives you an edge over him that you can exploit.”

“Of use??”

Well, at least the old man was no longer yelling or showing signs of rudeness towards her. That was a progress. Nith decided to sit back over his palm, crossing her legs and arms, thinking as well.

“Hmm… Of use? I don’t know. I do not think I have some advantage over uncle Thresh. I mean, I can use water magic, a bit of mist here and there. Hmm. And just a couple of weeks ago I found out that I can heal living creatures with my mist. Sometimes, if I put enough effort, my surroundings began to recover their energy instead of dying and losing their vital force to the mist. It also happens when I sing, sometimes even a couple of spirits join me too! They make a good chorus, you know?”

He didn’t want to admit that her powers were impressive for a banshee, but being able to use The Mist to heal was... odd to him. He only knew it’s destructive nature, being able to change it into a positive force again is quite powerful. Even so, that wasn’t what caught most of his attention.

“Could you demonstrate your singing?” He asked, hiding his eagerness. He wanted to see it for himself.

#rp #nithhaiahh

Something or someone bumps hardly into the giant tree.

The treant slowly turns his head and looks down at Nith, his ghoulish eyes piercing through her as if he was peering into her very being.