Mar 30, 2020 11:17 pm
Gresha turns to look at Swan, head tilted slightly. "The question is at least as much do I want help? You're right... I don't think I need help, but..." She sighs quietly, "I haven't spoken to people... my own people in so long. I hadn't realized how much I missed it. It's like a hole that's been covered up by time."
An involuntary shiver passes through her, and she smiles. "I don't remember humans being quite so willing to help. Maybe it's the trees' distrust speaking, but it doesn't seem usual that such a band of altruistic heroes would be traipsing through the forest at random. What's your story?"
An involuntary shiver passes through her, and she smiles. "I don't remember humans being quite so willing to help. Maybe it's the trees' distrust speaking, but it doesn't seem usual that such a band of altruistic heroes would be traipsing through the forest at random. What's your story?"