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Seeking Spirits by Nathaniel King

Let me tell you of a magical realm, good friend, while we sit here by the warmth of the fire. I promise you, this place I am to tell you about you have seen as many times as you count years, and more often than that you will have been guest to the dwellers of this wondrous place. Here, have another horn full of mead. See this golden hue of it? And this vibrant red to the edges of the fire? Ah, imagine a whole forest colored in these! When the wind is blowing and the tree-tops bent, indeed it seems like an ocean made of red and gold. These trees are tall and old, and between their mighty trunks hardly any undergrowth is found. Yet the ground of pitch black soil is only visible in patches, where else it is covered by a carpet of fallen leaves. This is the forest of Autumn, where many playful spirits dwell.
One of them is just as colorful. With silent paws they treat their paths, and hardly ever are they seen for legend tells the magical forest has made them of his fallen leaves. If you watch carefully you might see their movement, and then will be watched in return. Watch out for eyes made of jade and behold them, for they share the wisdom of the forest and its centuries of knowledge.
It is a queer folk, these little spirits. Often they will dance with the falling leaves and sing their songs to their father the forest. Other times they roam the earth, for they are born all with a quest on their own. They seek, you see, but even I could not tell what. Yet it is known they leave their realm often to visit our world and their brown-eyed brethren. I believe they seek out magic, new and old, for whenever I was honored with the sight of them, places of power where near.
Ah, where are my manners? Here, good friend, I shall fill up your horn. See, the reason I tell you this is I saw one of these spirits not an hour ago, and its jade-green eyes had smiled upon you.

Seeking Spirits

Nathaniel King

Hello Folks,

after many years of delay, I decided to begin my way as a writer in earnest. Two chapters or short-stories / sceneries of a tale are in the making, the first of which might be ready for publishing by this Sunday.
But writing can do more than telling tales in books and stories. Just as art can be entirely emotional and plot-less, thus writing can be. A friend of mine called this ventart, and I remembered many times I had written just such scenery. The most recent of which I present you today:

Seeking Spirits

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