Tegwaret Thief-taker (tegthetracker) wrote in thetruegame, @ 2011-01-21 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ailshea oakenstalker, tegwaret thief-taker |
Coppice Sweet Coppice
Who: Tegwaret and Ailshea
What: Meeting Forest-folk and talking Forest-shop
Where: 150 yards outside the western gates of Sapphire
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG
The copse of low-branched pines seemed to have been forgotten by man for some while now. The forest was scattered with trees and gatherings thereof, but it seemed that lumber was a northern concern, not a common trade here, so close to the city. He remembered passing the hills and seeing a system of trees, grouped in parallels of different height, a slow deforestation that climbed it's way north to the hills themselves. Typically, Tegwaret would worry, the closer he got to larger city life, that the natural order of things would be disrupted. Trees were often the first to go, leaving a slow death for any woodland creatures that remained homeless. But this was not the case near Sapphire. It had seemed that everything had it's place in this domain, and the northern forests were tended for wood supply and the scattered forests closer to the city remained untouched. Almost forgotten.
As the sun pierced the branches of the copse, Teg stood full upright, his arms busily raised above head chest in work. Earlier, he had gathered thick reed-skins from a wetter part of the forest and now troubled himself with binding the branches inside of his new home. One low-hanging branch could be placed next to another, taller branches would shield the bindings, creating a seamless camouflage.
There wasn't much room in his newly found abode, but Tegwaret didn't demand much room. Arms breadth in each direction could serve for safety and the five trees grouped together could shield him from any passerby. He had chosen the tree that faced the city, specifically the city gate. Given more time, he could easily turn this into permanent living, although he strongly desired a log hut deeper in the forest. But he needed to stay close, for Leland's sake although too close and he could be seen at any point. It was a dangerous path he had chosen, but after seeing Leland again after so long, it was worth the piece of mind to know that someone was out there, thinking about him.
After finishing a couple more connections of the reed, he brushed on a thick glaze of sap over their knots and decided that it was time to search the forest. Food would be a necessity at some point today, and a better understanding of the area could prove beneficial. Thus, he took one last look inside his home, slung his bag and bow over his shoulder and stepped out of the seamless branches into the morning sun.