The Hunter was by far the quickest form, able to leap from tree to tree. The dryads moved their branches for her, to make each jump that little easier. She was checking the boundaries of her land, or what she had created in the Beginning, for people to live on. In her more contemplative moments as the Mother or Elder, she often wondered why she had done this. She had come to the conclusion it was the same reason the bee collects honey or the wolf hunts. Gods were simply made to create.
Brenna was now travelling south-east. She had just checked the most north-easterly border of her realm, and had not liked what she had found. It wasn't evil - she had no concept of evil - but it certainly was...chaotic. She had not left her trees, but saw the volcanoes and felt the tainted air on her face. She wondered what would have happened if the Child walked through that land.
While she was travelling, she wondered about a premonition that she had had some time ago. Something about travelling to some land far to the west, for a party. Brenna decided not to go. The mortals in her land tended to somehow be stupid and smart at the same time, and needed caring for.
She reached the other edge of the forest in little time. For was this not her land? What she saw was the opposite of what she had seen on the other border. This was an ordered place, a place that was not grown. It had been planned.
Subconsciously the Hunter faded into the Elder. This allowed her to think. A nearby dryad shaped itself into a chair for its goddess with its branches. On one side was chaos...and the other, order. Was life the result of order and chaos coming so close? It was an interesting thought. Another interesting thought was the idea of walking as the Child in that large city. Nobody, save the god that ruled it, would notice a little girl, even if flowers grew as she walked. Flowers couldn't
possibly grow at the feet of a girl, so they. Mortals had a fascinating ability of not paying attention and seeing what was really there.
But her time for thinking grew short. The dryads were crying out. Brenna allowed her mortals to cut down wood, as long as they didn't attack the dryads. It wasn't hard - the dryads were the trees that moved when you weren't looking. The Hunter or Mother would have to scare them off.
One day she would have to come up with a good curse for her transgressors. She new it would involve the word 'centipede', but she was not yet powerful enough to create it.
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To the One who lives in the Great City
From Brenna
I hope your dreams of bringing order to the world to not stretch to the forest. Do not take this as a threat, but I fear there are things sleeping in the forest that were here before I was. I also hope our proximity do not provoke hostilities.
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OOC: What do we send in as orders? Or does everything come entirely from stories?
