The Trees Listen...

@leftlore said: " Time I should be thinking of other things, so they tell me. " From Qui-gon.

" Is that so ? " Nymh tilted her head to the side, pushing a now very empty cup to the side from where she sat, a few feet away from the pensive jedi. This has become somewhat of a habit, hosting the man, sometimes just long enough to watch the age old stress leave his brow as nature surrounded him.

He was one of the very few people that seemed to get close to the old tree in the middle of this place without being beaten or bitten ! She's still convinced he paid off Éamon somehow for safe passage..

"Yoda tells me I'm to take on a Padawan learner," he answers at length, hand rubbing at his chin absently. "It's not something I've adequately prepared for. I rather thought it would never happen." Not after this long. And surely not when the opinion of most of the other Masters seemed to be that he would only serve as a terrible influence on any potential apprentice. After some time, he smiles at her wryly.

The spirit leaned forward, a hint of a smirk in the corner of her lips. " It's pure coincidence that that very place just so happens to have a very keen pair of ears to offer a nudge of guidance when needed. "

She knew Qui well. More than most could say, though that just came with the territory... And she knew what choice he'd end up making, no matter how this meeting goes.

" I do not mean any alarm, my apologies. "

Nymh did a once over of her own figure, smoothing her hands down the front of her skirt before cautiously putting herself in the line of sight ( if not a bit obscured by the foliage ). The very least she could do was not immediately cast a shadow over the unintentional visitor.

IN ANY OTHER CONTEXT , AN APOLOGY PROBABLY would've put Cooper a bit more at ease. However , when the apology came from a disembodied voice in the middle of the woods (in which he was , as far as he knew , completely alone) it really didn't do much in terms of making him calm down. He stopped momentarily , trying to decide whether or not continuing further into the woods was a good idea. He's heard his share of cautionary tales about the forest , made-up stories parents tell their kids in order to keep them from getting lost , but that was all they were. Made up. Or at least that was what he thought before he started living one. Now he wasn't too sure.

NEITHER OPTION SEEMED APPEALING. Either he kept going and risk getting even more lost than he was already , or he stopped for the night , here , with whoever (or whatever) had it's eyes on him already. Besides. Horror stories of creatures in the woods aside , stranger danger. It was the principle of the thing , really.

This particular human was a mess of things to unravel. The flora around him seemed almost content, but the air he carried was volatile enough to set off a Richter scale ! Obviously, she wasn't exactly aiding the cause. One of these days, Nymh will learn to just let the wanderers be. They'll find their way out eventually ! ... Today was not that day, apparently.

Well that wasn't very good. Firstly, she hasn't seen a precursor in literally centuries. Second, this one seemed particularly agitated... Which would only encourage the dragons further, of course. Nymh picked up her skirt and scrambled after them, though, she only made it a few feet before realizing the forest suddenly shaking probably wouldn't do much to aid her not seemingly like some horrific monster in the tree line..

Oh, and this one came with a boy with a veeeery conflicted aura about him. She could handle that at least. The spirit switched gears and tucked herself into the treeline.

PURPOSE HAS NARROWED HIS VISION , the only thing on his mind currently was that he had to find Daxter. If anyone asked , he would say it was because the Ottsel couldn’t survive about him. In reality , he knew it was the other way around. Even being away from him for such a short amount of time was enough to make him uneasy (especially when he could hear him in some sort of peril , but how threatening it was he really didn’t know). Not that he cared , because losing him just wasn’t a chance Jak was going to take.

HE CONTINUES RUNNING THROUGH FOREST , trekking until his breath was heavy in his ears. He doesn’t want to stop , but he does , squinting in the distance hoping to see even a glimpse of orange. Just as he readies himself to start running again , a voice rings out. This one is unfamiliar to him , and its source is unknown. Jak whips around , ears moving backwards until they’re flat against his head.

" I am called Nymh... And your prec- " Wait no. That wasn't something this one would know yet... The spirit caught her tongue, and reworked her words. " Daxter, your ottsel is in no real harm, that I can assure you. "

The dragons wouldn't actually do anything to Daxter once they caught him. In fact, by all logic, once they see that the orange thing is substantially bigger than they are, they'll fly off, tail tucked and all.

MADAMN- I-

SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

BUT HE'S GAY!!!!!!!!!!!

see and this is why i don't come over for thanksgiving anymore.

come on ...... i just got here ... i really don't want to have to start the power scaling this early.

But imagine how nice it would be if you did what I asked! How easy!

YES! :D

UGLY? why , that's not very nice ...