A new friend?
Willoughby sat out in the woods where his brothers had dropped him off to get some air, spend some time out of the metal tomb of the ship... Closing his eyes, the dryad let out a contented breath and began to meditate quietly. He was getting increasingly attuned to Earth as his Bavaran brethren seemed to enjoy visiting her, and the tree man could understand the inclination. After all, they had met some wonderful people on her surface...
Gradually falling more deeply into himself, the nature sprite became increasingly oblivious to his surroundings...
@belova-lova
belova-lova
She watches from the shadows of a tree as the plants around him change and seem to grow greener. She’d seen many things in her life but this was new and she was slightly entranced by it. When a bird flutters down to land on their leg she thinks, ‘shit’ since birds are basically the only things that she cannot hide from. Everything about them it made it very difficult, especially if this person could talk with birds she was almost guaranteed to be caught.
She slowly begins backing back into the trees hoping that the bird hadn’t already spotted her.
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The bird cooed and Willoughby cocked his head in interest, looking towards the trees where his little friend and noticed a watcher. Gently stroking the bird’s head, he offered it seeds from his pocket to peck from his palm...
“Hello,” he called out, remaining on the ground as the small one fed, “is someone there?” If the person wished to come out, they could, and he would be happy to meet them; if they did not, the dryad had no wish to force them.
