#scribetiloa

Alayne fumbled with the bottle, the heavy thing unfamiliar in her hands as she tried dutifully to wield it with the same ease and grace Teige displayed so effortlessly - or at least he made it seem effortless. The Eyrie was a beautiful establishment, outfitted with the same level of luxury that it’s namesake once possessed, yet, it was a comfortable place too, one in which the wealthy denizens of the Vale could drown their sorrows and spill their secrets with equal ease, even if Sa-Alayne felt like a stranger in her own skin. 

{~🌹  If this day could get worse, it’s entirely plausible things could look up from there. Hands lightly stinging from the harsh washing of dishes a majority of the day. It seemed to be endless, with how red and raw his hands are. Now shoved deep into his pockets as he makes his way into the nearest bar. Hating how he got stuck on kitchen duty...again.

  Sitting directly at the bar, the brunette decides on whiskey and instructs them to leave the bottle so there could be a quick refill when the glass is empty. Fingers dinging into his bangs, pulling back form his features so he can stare at the brown liquid unhindered for a moment before downing it once more. 

The accusation pierced him quicker than Valyrian steel. He had never wanted to hurt her. Not Tiloa. She...she understood. And that was so, so very rare. But the things she wanted him to take on trust were just...too incredible. Too beyond the pale...How could he believe?

But now, she had moved beyond what he could have possibly foreseen, and he was floundering trying to keep up with her. And he wouldn’t blame her at all if she didn’t want him anymore. 

Weirwoods would be terrifying trees.

Of course, they would draw and host all sorts of fae and such. We’ll handle Dryads first.

A weirwood dryad would of course look like the tree themselves. Which means actual white skin. Not Caucasian. Paper white. Both hair and eyes would be blood red. They are the fiercest of dryads, and will not allow their trees to be cut down. They are so territorial, they will wipe out entire villages, if they perceive a threat to their trees. 

Of course, most people would know this, and chose instead to just...quietly help this tree grow. Y’know, watering it in times of drought, pruning any diseased branches. The kind of thing the dryad simply cannot do, for one reason or another. The dryad’s loyalty upon receiving these services would last eons. Because of one faithful gardener, an entire village will be defended by this dryad for as long as it is settled. 

And then there are the Ents. As far as Ents go, Weirwoods are fast. Because of the properties of Weirwood lumber (no seriously look it up these trees are mad awesome), they are both incredibly strong and surprisingly flexible. They take the best from hard and soft wood and create a force to be reckoned with. Once they root, and they begin to bear fruit, it’s...not the usual Ent fruit. It is not strictly limited to healing properties. It’s...more akin to the demonfruit of One Piece, except only one tree for just about every variety. 

It only bears fruit when someone comes with desperation. If they eat of the fruit, it will grant them what they need to solve whatever issue came their way.

But at a price. And it is often steep.

The elves shun the fruit of the Weirwood Ents, knowing it is rarely worth the cost.

And of course, there is the other thing. That any existing gods in this realm can and will use any carved heart trees as their eyes and voice. This...isn’t necessarily a good thing. With the native magic strengthening the connection and the power of a true god (which ISN’T NECESSARILY GOOD ALIGNED), one may find heart trees becoming animated. Neither Dryad nor Ent nor any other Fae of either court, this...this is a true Vessel of the Gods.

Let’s just say if you’ve been blaspheming, you won’t when you see this giant ass maple/birch crossbreed dripping blood-sap on your doorstep.

That said...Weirwood is still the most desired lumber for anything from furniture to bows and arrows. Just be sure to get it from a tree that isn’t somehow alive. It’s also a good idea to plant a sapling if you plan to cut down an adult. Because the Ents are protective of their groves. And never take lumber from a Carved Tree. If the gods wish you to have that lumber, they’ll let you know themselves.

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He was a little concerned when she wasn’t home by the time he’d wound down enough to actually go to bed, but he didn’t let it keep him up too late. It’d been an exhausting day, what with three different cases to work on plus a press conference.

Alas, though, even the wonders of a deep and glorious sleep cannot survive the urges of a full bladder. And so it was that he noticed the light on in the kitchen. He changed course, padding down to the kitchen, not entirely awake yet. Mostly he was just wondering how he’d forgotten to turn that particular light off.

And then he saw her.

Any thoughts of returning to sleep vanished from his mind, replaced with immediate concern and curiosity. He didn’t say a word as she finished dressing her wounds, waiting for her to notice him herself. And when she did...