fantasy
Ent Tea Party 🌱
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(Feast & Fable Collab) A warm moment in the heart of the Golden Forest
The forest hushes as you wander deeper, the air scented with moss and late sunlight. A soft glow leads you to a clearing where a round table rests beneath golden leaves. Four Ents sit around it, roots twined politely around the chairs, cups steaming with fragrant tea.
“Hmm,” rumbles the tallest, bark dark as twilight. “A traveler approaches. I can hear their heartbeat.”
“That’s because you’re eavesdropping again, Oakthorn,” sighs a silvery Ent with kind eyes. “Not every sound’s an invitation.”
“I’m simply cautious, Elderleaf,” grumbles Oakthorn. “Last time we invited someone, they tried to prune me.”
A round, cheerful Ent chuckles, his bark flecked with golden moss. “You exaggerate, old root. I’m Brumble, baker of seed cakes and defender of hospitality.”
The willowy one with delicate twig-horns lifts her cup gracefully. “Myrilla, herbalist and songkeeper. You’ve come at a good time — we were just debating whether the blue jays are thieves or simply overly ambitious decorators.”
“They stole my acorn coasters,” Oakthorn mutters. “Again.”
Myrilla laughs. “And yet, you keep leaving them unattended.”
Elderleaf’s chuckle sounds like wind in branches. “Come now. No quarrels at the tea table. Traveler, you’re welcome here. The forest remembers kind company.”
Brumble slides a cup toward you — carved bark, warm to the touch, smelling of mint and morning rain. “Have a sip. Grown from gratitude, steeped in sunlight.”
Oakthorn eyes you warily but nods. “Fine. As long as they don’t start talking about city noise. I’m allergic to progress.”
The Ents laugh, a sound like rustling leaves.
Elderleaf smiles. “So, friend — what story do you bring to our table this evening?” 🌿
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