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The Park; Tuesday Afternoon [02/28].
Somewhere in the park, a tree was sighing.
Rain, snow, cold, Boc had certainly bore the brunt of some interesting weather these past few days, sitting lonely in the park with nary a squirrel or a duck that would give him the time of day, much less find him, apparently! He supposed there were worse fates, at least he wasn't being beaten up or harassed by his fellows in the cave any more, but he did rather wish he was still there or that they'd had at least let him take his things with him before kicking him out. Now, with nothing else to do, he could only sit there and lament his fate, and the loss of his prized possession, his mother's sewing needle, although he supposed it wasn't too great a loss if he didn't even have fingers anymore to even use it with...
So the tree sighed, and lamented, and wished that someone would come by eventually and perhaps he'd have more luck this time than he had with the few people that had gone before him. He was starting to think he was invisible, really, (probably for the best; ugly as he was, it would be no wonder if no one would want to help him, if they could see him!), and was just destined to spend the rest of his life here as a tree.
There were, he supposed, again, worse fates, to be sure....
[[ and open for all your park-related and/or mysterious, unlocatable talking tree dealings! At least until the thread with Nell, which should occur last chronologically, please and thank you! ]]
Rain, snow, cold, Boc had certainly bore the brunt of some interesting weather these past few days, sitting lonely in the park with nary a squirrel or a duck that would give him the time of day, much less find him, apparently! He supposed there were worse fates, at least he wasn't being beaten up or harassed by his fellows in the cave any more, but he did rather wish he was still there or that they'd had at least let him take his things with him before kicking him out. Now, with nothing else to do, he could only sit there and lament his fate, and the loss of his prized possession, his mother's sewing needle, although he supposed it wasn't too great a loss if he didn't even have fingers anymore to even use it with...
So the tree sighed, and lamented, and wished that someone would come by eventually and perhaps he'd have more luck this time than he had with the few people that had gone before him. He was starting to think he was invisible, really, (probably for the best; ugly as he was, it would be no wonder if no one would want to help him, if they could see him!), and was just destined to spend the rest of his life here as a tree.
There were, he supposed, again, worse fates, to be sure....
[[ and open for all your park-related and/or mysterious, unlocatable talking tree dealings! At least until the thread with Nell, which should occur last chronologically, please and thank you! ]]
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"Oh," he breathed out dismally, shaking his head as he lowered again, "what a shame. When they threw me out of the cave, they took everything I owned, and so this is all I have to express my thanks."
With that, he held out his long hands, and cradled as delicately as one might expect to hold their sole remaining possessions, were ten mushrooms.
"I hope you can forgive me."
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Was he an odd looking being? Of course he was, but that didn't bother Nell much. She could tell he had a good heart and didn't mean her any harm.
"They took all of your things?" she asked. "I'm so sorry. And you must be hungry. I know plants make their own food, but it can't be very satisfying to a non-tree. If you want to come with me I can at least get you something to eat." And find him somewhere to stay. She could always get him a room at the hotel for the night so he had a place to sleep.
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"But," he proposed, dropping his hands and peering over at Nell hopefully, "if you can afford to wait for a while, I could sneak back into the cave, and bring back something of actual value. Then I'd be of some real use to you, I reckon."
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She paused, not wanting him to feel as if his offer wasn't appreciated. "I mean, I can wait here for you if you need to get something, but please don't feel as if you need to do so for my sake."
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Of course, there would be an odd mix of relief and distress when he came to realize that there was no such coastal cave here, that he had been quite far flung from the Lands Between, but that was an anxiety to wring his paws over later...
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His shoulders sunk, his head lowered for a moment, and he didn't quite whimper, but it sounded as though he was mere moments away from doing just that, before he looked up at Nell again.
"....but a meal would be nice," he admitted. "I probably haven't eaten in days. Er. Well. If it's....if it's not too much trouble, miss."
He didn't think it would be, actually. Nell seemed like quite a different breed than what he was used to.
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She smiled at him gently, "It's not too much trouble at all, Boc. I'm happy to get you a hot meal. And if you want I can loan you one of my sewing kits - just until you can get your mother's back."
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"Piz....za?" he asked, with a question of whether or not he hot that right, then shook his head. "N-no, I don't....I don't think I have. My...my apologies, miss, I don't evdn know what that is, I'm afraid."
Whatever it was was clearly something much too good for the likes of him!
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Nell was very kind and more than happy to arrange for a night or two at the hotel for him, but she wasn't letting anyone stay at her house unless she knew them very very well. (And perhaps not even then.)
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She stood, brushing herself off and folding up he small blanket. "Come on. Lets get you on the outside of something warm."
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So he didn't, and, instead, when she started to get up, he scrambled up a bit himself and prepared to dutifully follow her wherever she may lead.