P-possibly headed to Paradisa in a few weeks

[treeshepherd]

Very hasty. Very hasty indeed.

Comments

[nonononono]

[Yeah, that's not creepy at all, Tree-Guy! But it's a lot better than Megatron at any rate.]

Well, when you've only got so long to live, guess you gotta work fast.

[treeshepherd]

It seems very hasty to me. I do not understand it. But then you are very small.

[nonononono]

Well, hate to say it, big guy, but the average human may be blessed with seventy years of life. Don't know about giant talking trees, but there you have it.

[treeshepherd]

You are very young, human. And I... I am very old. An Ent never does anything quickly.

[nonononono]

Yeah, I got it, I'm young. The human race is young, I get that. But we don't have as much time to live as other things, so we have to do what we can in the time we do have.

[treeshepherd]

[The ancient being hums softly.]

That's as may be. I do not speak much to humans. My concern is for the trees, and many humans do not care to speak to them.

[nonononono]

[He lifts a hand to peer properly.]

Trees talk a lot where you come from, big guy?

[treeshepherd]

We Ents are shepherds to the trees. They speak, if you only listen. Some of the trees are more awake then others, of course. And there are some that you would no wish to listen to.

[nonononono]

I'm pretty sure trees don't talk to anyone in my world. Not unless they're high on some sort of crazy drug or something.

[treeshepherd]

Perhaps your trees are merely asleep.

[nonononono]

Guess they've been asleep for millions of years.

[treeshepherd]

What of the Elves?

[nonononono]

You mean the guys with pointy ears? Yeah, uh...don't know how to say it gently or whatever, but they're fantasy where I come from. Fiction.