Listen to the trees

The trees whispered to the five travellers, though only Rowan had ears to hear. Far from the fear of threat heightened by the dark night and overbearing trees and their shadows. Rowan told the others to be quiet and let her hear and soon she could make out the words.

The trees creaked¬†and cracked and their leaves and small twigs rustled in the unfelt breeze.¬† Rowan posed to listen and it did seem to her that the trees were saying something, but nothing made sense. She heard, ‘forwards’ then ‘dang’ that she thought was ‘danger’ but there was no discernable pattern to it.

The trees were indeed speaking, and no ones for excessive talk, they kept their words few.

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