A voice coming from behind stole surprise over Willow as she whirled around, feeling like a filly being caught stealing away in the night all over again. Of course all she'd been doing was drinking, but the suspicion of this place being more than just beautiful had settled a guilt in her gut that the water did not help to wash away.
With ears spinning nervously Willow let lose a quipping laugh when she saw it was only Query following their tracks. The Lignea remembered her from the meeting, another one fond of knowledge and history. Green features crinkled with humor now soften with acceptance as the great head bobs in welcome.
"Of course, we will learn best with two minds," Willow greets. The other words of Query leave her puzzled however,
"another follower?"
Before anything more can be said on that topic however, Ermine began to shriek.
His body leapt up in the air, arched like a frightened cat, before he zips up Willow's leg and huddles in the dark of her leaves. The sound took her by such surprise she shies forward a bit, her flesh all in a scurry of twitches before she manages turn around and face whatever set Ermine so fearful. He'd seen the red face in the pool but now Willow watches it ripple and run under a breeze that did not touch her coat the same way.
"Peculiar," she breaths to herself. Just before taking a cautious step forward to investigate it further a strong, booming voice asks her to retreat. Jumping once more, for it seemed her thoughts read by another and the words so sudden and strange, Willow hastily pulls back. She has enough sense to listen to a talking body of water, queer or not.
The glow that began to dazzle from the depths set spots of color all over Willow and had her eyelashes sinking down to help shield her gaze. She blinks away at the light, determined to see the beauty as it dances all around her.
A gasp flees her throat as the stallion takes his shape from the water. He is seemingly poured into existence and Willow cannot help but feel her stomach churn. She didn't
eat any of him did she? The horrific idea of it had her aghast and she solemnly vowed never to take of such glorious pools ever again.
Her speaks her name and it draws her back to attention. Only then did she realize he'd said it earlier, but amid all the confusion and bizarre, it seemed the least peculiar thing. Now however, it mystifies her.
Who is this being she wonders, her heart yearning to know. Her tree seems to lean towards him, enchanted in its own way, glowing with a new vitality that is much unlike the change Poppy brought to it.
His voice is an odd thing to digest. It seems to draw to mind the noise of mighty trees cracking in a storm or rocks snapping down from a mountain side. It is strong and mighty, coming from the depths of his chest like an echo being tossed inside his barrel before trumpeting free. It is not frightful however, because there is a warmth to it, like moist and rich earth embracing her.
She smiles.
"Your kindness is only comparable to your beauty" she greets with a gentle song of voice. Unlike the strength that his words command, Willow is soft and fluid, the dance of her leaf tendrils in the wind.
"I would know much" Willow began, almost a laugh to her tones. Not many dared be so open to question with her. He knew her name but did she truly know her? A jest is all, her green eyes say as they sparkle in the rainbow light.
"Perhaps first though, I wouldst know of you? You call me by name but I can only call you sir." She tilts her head with a gentle bow of humility. He is something great, that much she knows, but she feels a closeness with him that grants her tongue its playful chirp. There is warmth and welcome in his presence and she feels safe.
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