✨: have an edit I made as an apology

heart palpitations?
around me?

common side effect ☺️

she found some cherries in the same place!

safe to say they were not as sweet as the apples. .

✨: I am so sorry I've had like no motivation to do replies or be online ! 🥺

I had my last practice week, and now that I finished my raport begins my moving palooza for the next two weeks and I have to get that done.

I'll try during the week or next week though!

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— sometimes i 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭
to 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉!

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cATCH ME IF YOU CAN, SUCKERSSS

Written: 21.4.2024 (21st of April 2023)

Drowsy eyes would watch the woods, and she could have sworn a branch waved it's goodbyes to her.

Perhaps this would the start of a deeply rooted connection.

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Just as she cares for the forest, the forest cares for her.

walked.

Her grandfather would run out and scoop her in his arms; hugging her close.

"Let us get you inside."
Ashamed, quite embarrassed to not haven seen her escape. He'd take her inside to make sure she was alright, they would both recieve an earful from her parents later.

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soft giggles as the tree picked her up and carried her back to the foot of itself, patting her head with the root before it sunk back underground.

Hours past and the next thing Maylin knew she was waking up from a nap at the edge of the woods, right by her home, not having

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through the forest floor, standing perfectly still infront of the younging.

Slowly her cries stopped, reduced to sniffles and small coughs.
One hand would leave her ear, reaching out to gently touch the root; letting it poke the middle of her palm.

Crying would turn into

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didn't even get close before their efforts were stopped; their neck snapped by an old and angry root as it dragged their lifeless body down, swallowing it whole.

Crying, pushing her palms on her ears; unaware the maple tree had helped her, until a root would reach

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covering her ears; the best defense a 4-year-old knew against bad things

With the kind words she had said to the tree, how she had made an effort to keep it company and help its pain, she awakened something in the core of these woods and the ones connected to it.

The bandit

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notorious for hiding in this greenery to sneak into the town.

Letting out a ear-piercing shriek when she was grabbed and stomping her foot on the others toes; enough to startle the grown person and run, hiding behind a mossy boulder.

Tears would flow down her cheeks, hands
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to grown-up ears; never the less a toddlers.

She kept on talking and running around the tree; until something grabbed her shoulder.

Her parents never wanted her to go inside these woods alone, not only because she could get lost but bandits were

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Maylin would take the flowers she had picked earlier and place them on the roots that had been trapped by the stone; smile wide from decorating it.

"All better! And pretty!"

Then there were footsteps at the edge of the meadow, light, barely there

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from the strain.

Turning back to the tree, giving a bow as a proper greeting this time; it was rude to not greet your elders.

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get behind the stone; pushing as hard as she could to move it.

Huffing and puffing, frustrated that it wouldn't roll for minute after minute until finally she got it to move; rolling it only an inch away but still off the roots.

Chest puffing out in pride, her cheeks red

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bees.

Or atleast that is what it seemed like.

Walking over to a large maple tree, the child would kneel down beside it to pick some more flowers; noticing a large stone that was crushing some of its roots.

Frowning at the sight she would drop the flowers into her basket and

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Deep inside, in a flowered meadow in the middle of the woods she would place her basket and then sit down; picking up flowers.
First a yellow one, then a white one and finally some blue ones.

Everything seemed calm, there was nothing but the song of birds and buzzing of

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the whispers of the woods and the rustling of its leaves.

Leaving her toys down on that lawn she grabbed her small ribbon decorated basket and headed off, laughing softly when counting the stepping stones that lead down deeper into the greenery.

No one saw a thing.

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