TwistedMidnightDream

The high heat of summer blankets the forest, and the leaves on the trees create a sea of deepest green. Golden sunlight spills down and illuminates the flowers and smaller plants that live along the ground. "So, Brendan, why don't you come live here?" She asks out of curiosity, without too much thought beyond 'how can you stand living behind such walls, cut off from the beauty of the Forest?' (Although maybe he could manage to live in the trees, even if he would need a lot of her help.) Brendan answers it seriously enough, brushing his hands through the snowdrops he's just finished drawing. "I-I could never leave Kells, not forever. The br