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May. 6th, 2006 06:17 pmIt's spring. The time of change, the time of beginnings and new beginnings.
And the green man has been restless lately--in his home, in his skin. Perhaps it's been too long since he's remade himself. Perhaps it's the dangers that never stop coming.
Perhaps it's just that it's spring.
He wanders in the forest of Milliways, where the magic is strong and deep, and asks the trees Do you remember? Is it time?
They do, they tell him. It is.
And so it is the green man is quietly reborn, renewed, and remade.
It's good to be young again.
[ooc: Divinities of Jack's acquaintance should know who he is. Everybody else may need to make sure.]
And the green man has been restless lately--in his home, in his skin. Perhaps it's been too long since he's remade himself. Perhaps it's the dangers that never stop coming.
Perhaps it's just that it's spring.
He wanders in the forest of Milliways, where the magic is strong and deep, and asks the trees Do you remember? Is it time?
They do, they tell him. It is.
And so it is the green man is quietly reborn, renewed, and remade.
It's good to be young again.
[ooc: Divinities of Jack's acquaintance should know who he is. Everybody else may need to make sure.]
