The Woodsman
Sir Jared strode confidently down the stone hallways of the castle. Their store of wood had run terribly low during the long winter months, but at last spring had come, and he could go about replenishing it with the prince's blessing.
He took his caplet, the one made of soft, light leather, perfect for the warmer weather. Beneath that he wore a thin woven cloak of olive green, designed to help him blend in his element. With his heavy leather jerkin, woven shirt, and linen pants, he was ready to roam the woodlands with their thick carpet of ferns and their canopy of trees. He carried with him his favorite black, leather belt pouch, the one with the silver feather, just in case he happened upon something interesting along the way.
At first the air in the forest hung heavy with the cool of an early spring morning. As the sun lifted above the treetops, Jared kept his hood up to ward off the chill. Not much breeze could blow through this forest, for the trees here were enchanted, huge with ages of growth. Jared felt dwarfed beneath them, and he would have to find young saplings and fallen branches or thick twigs in order to cut fresh wood for the castle.
At last as the sun rose high, Jared stopped to take in the view, resting in a large tree and pulling his hood away from his face at last in the glory of the spring air. What a beautiful day!
Ever since he'd been small, and made the trip with his kindly father, Jared had loved tramping through the woods in the spring. The sweet air, the scurry of baby animals, and the fresh green of new growth, all of it brought back many fond memories. Fond memories that made Jared's heart beat just a little faster with anticipation.
As he reached the Ancient, rumored to be the first tree in the forest, he paused to put his hand on it, running it over the rough bark. He recalled the stories his father had told him when he was a child: stories of magic, fairies, and mischief. This tree had withstood much, had seen countless mysteries; Jared only wished it could talk.
Suddenly, Jared heard a sound: a quiet whimpering from the other side of the tree. Coming around it, he discovered a playful wolf pup, to his delight. Dropping to a root beside the tree, Jared offered the pup his lap, and it climbed gladly up to cuddle.
Jared considered, as he snuggled the pup, that this looked to be the beginning of a very good day indeed. But then they always were in the Airde Forest
~SilverStar-Burst
He took his caplet, the one made of soft, light leather, perfect for the warmer weather. Beneath that he wore a thin woven cloak of olive green, designed to help him blend in his element. With his heavy leather jerkin, woven shirt, and linen pants, he was ready to roam the woodlands with their thick carpet of ferns and their canopy of trees. He carried with him his favorite black, leather belt pouch, the one with the silver feather, just in case he happened upon something interesting along the way.
At first the air in the forest hung heavy with the cool of an early spring morning. As the sun lifted above the treetops, Jared kept his hood up to ward off the chill. Not much breeze could blow through this forest, for the trees here were enchanted, huge with ages of growth. Jared felt dwarfed beneath them, and he would have to find young saplings and fallen branches or thick twigs in order to cut fresh wood for the castle.
At last as the sun rose high, Jared stopped to take in the view, resting in a large tree and pulling his hood away from his face at last in the glory of the spring air. What a beautiful day!
Ever since he'd been small, and made the trip with his kindly father, Jared had loved tramping through the woods in the spring. The sweet air, the scurry of baby animals, and the fresh green of new growth, all of it brought back many fond memories. Fond memories that made Jared's heart beat just a little faster with anticipation.
As he reached the Ancient, rumored to be the first tree in the forest, he paused to put his hand on it, running it over the rough bark. He recalled the stories his father had told him when he was a child: stories of magic, fairies, and mischief. This tree had withstood much, had seen countless mysteries; Jared only wished it could talk.
Suddenly, Jared heard a sound: a quiet whimpering from the other side of the tree. Coming around it, he discovered a playful wolf pup, to his delight. Dropping to a root beside the tree, Jared offered the pup his lap, and it climbed gladly up to cuddle.
Jared considered, as he snuggled the pup, that this looked to be the beginning of a very good day indeed. But then they always were in the Airde Forest
~SilverStar-Burst
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