Remus had only meant to stop for supplies, but a sudden familiar sight struck him in his footsteps. Long, winding trees with smooth branches raised towards the sky, and local children giggling as they played underneath the roots- it was as if a ripple of water had awakened a long forgotten memory.
“I hate these trees.” The young elf muttered, swinging his legs over the sturdy branches and perching himself on the edge.
“Really? I like them.” His friend said with a laugh.
“Mm.” That didn’t surprise the elf- his seaborn friend was always lurking beneath the roots, waiting for an opportunity to tug at his feet.
But the seaborn continued.
“‘Cause they’re just like you, Remus.”
The elf cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
“Well… I just get the feeling… You’ll outgrow these shallow waters, just as these trees have.”
