Far beyond the seething seas, lies a place of verdant wonder: The Willowing Woods. Here, you'll encounter all sorts of creatures, each with their own stories to tell. Venture into the Ever-Verdant Grove to hear a story of long-sought friendship. Tre...
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Ferned-green meadows enveloped by a tranquil air; along with the resounding ripples of the rejuvenating waters across the Sapphire Springlakes. Thrashing torrents cascade whilst the trenches run ever-deep, as the surface and depths are smothered in gems of gleaming blue. Perhaps they're remnants of an ancient deity, or that the Tree of Life has imbued the stones around with its lustrous providence? Either way, that is a tale for another time.
The essence of elemental life also flourishes within: that of the common Hydria. These are mellow waterborne wisps that run along the streams, like a thunder's flash. Sea-teal tinge, lingering bubbles, and an ever-luminous core that shines as bright as the sapphires around. The power of water is the ability to take any shape, and so these tide-ridden fellows may bend and shape their aqueous bodies as they please, to manifest what they wish to become: be it the imitation of life, or some conjured ideal.
They're typically of placid nature, but there was one of especially effervescent ilk. Throughout its life, it'd been "happily" living by one of the creatures that dwelled beneath: the grouchy Burblefin. They were but finned menaces of the Springlake's depths, with scraggy scales of olive-green & gills and fins of ethereal turquoise glow. Its blade-like teeth could rend the toughest of fish and flesh, while its entrancing esca allures all who fall prey to it. It's also used to deliver a viciously galvanic shock, to let others know that it's a force to be reckoned with.
There the Burblefin was, solemnly skulking around the serene springwaters, as it was greeted by the Hydria's gleeful company: despite not wanting any of it. The jubilant little waterling swished & swooshed all around the finned curmudgeon, hoping to alleviate its mood, yet the Burblefin's cranky guise never gave way. It then dashed, lept & splashed around the spreading waters; putting on a show of sea-ilked splendiferousness. All its life, the Hydria tried time and again to appease the Burblefin's spirits, but never had it prevailed.
It hadn't been long until the Burblefin finally snapped, as it lashed out towards the Hydria: snarling out of utter annoyance. It was evident that it'd been fed up with its antics, and wished no longer to witness its watery shenanigans. As its fury had slowly whittled away, it dove back into the depths and swam away to the caliginous caverns: hoping to steer clear of the Hydria for quite some time. Bereft of getting the chance of livening the poor swimmer's soul, the Hydria set out atop the eminent stones of soaked-ilk to briefly ponder upon itself.
High above the earthen shafts clad in moss and sea, were hollow bowls filled with waters ever-pristine as the clearest day. This was the Hydria's typical dwelling spot, as it gave way for it to blissfully lather itself in the sights from afar, all the while basking itself amidst the serene blankets of tide. The Tree of Life stood in the very center of the Woods, flourishing with providence. Simply amazed, the Hydria would often contemplate in solitude as the sheer essence of life would give way for thoughts as deep as the trenches to come by.
