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fandomtownies2008-02-07 06:51 pm
fh_extras) wrote in fandomtownies2008-02-07 06:51 pm
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The Park, Wednesday night
Sometime, in the dark of the night, the wind changed.
A warm breeze blew in off the water, leaves and flowers and seeds from another world tumbling in its wake. They drifted, carefree and shining, to settle on the earth.
It was winter, a time when the earth sleeps until spring, but still they found a place to grow. Overnight, the seeds sprouted, sent tendrils shooting down into the ground and drew forth what they found there. They joined together, twining around each other, each slender shoot giving the others the strength to grow tall and strong, weaving together into a trunk then separating again to form branches.
As the sun rose, and the first rays of light brushed across the new tree, flowers began to appear, petals unfurling slowly. Bright pink, with something of the look of a cherry blossom, they reflected the glow of the sun. The trunk grew warm to the touch, and it would stay that way, no matter how dark or cold the world grew around it.
Its flowers would always bloom and, as if it breathed in sadness and fear, transforming them into hope and peace, no one could be unhappy who walked beneath it.
[ooc: simply establishing, but the tree is now there, and may be interacted with in your posts.]
A warm breeze blew in off the water, leaves and flowers and seeds from another world tumbling in its wake. They drifted, carefree and shining, to settle on the earth.
It was winter, a time when the earth sleeps until spring, but still they found a place to grow. Overnight, the seeds sprouted, sent tendrils shooting down into the ground and drew forth what they found there. They joined together, twining around each other, each slender shoot giving the others the strength to grow tall and strong, weaving together into a trunk then separating again to form branches.
As the sun rose, and the first rays of light brushed across the new tree, flowers began to appear, petals unfurling slowly. Bright pink, with something of the look of a cherry blossom, they reflected the glow of the sun. The trunk grew warm to the touch, and it would stay that way, no matter how dark or cold the world grew around it.
Its flowers would always bloom and, as if it breathed in sadness and fear, transforming them into hope and peace, no one could be unhappy who walked beneath it.
[ooc: simply establishing, but the tree is now there, and may be interacted with in your posts.]