#godwillow

[leaguepositivibee]

"Hello, little bee! Excellent work you are doing here. So much love contained in such a small fuzzy body!"

The little bee looks positively thrilled to be here and that they’re being addressed so sweetly with a shower of warm, dazzling praise. Is that a smile on their face? It sure looks like it! They beam so brilliantly, buzzing happily and flies in a circuit of circles as if to display their joy and gratefulness for the great figure’s kind, saccharine laden words. Giving a joy-filled blink, they seem to be absolutely brimming with their glee and buzzes closer to the tree-man’s face and bumps their body to his cheek. Bee kiss!

[rayamash]

"Open your eyes!" And Ivern is holding a chunky little frog in his hands. "May I present to you, Princess Valerica of the Swamp Realm! Treat her delicately. She is royal, after all!"

“... I would literally die for her.” 

[ringmaster-jack]

"Jack, do you think you could help me with the rabbits? They're so easily startled today, but I'm just trying to get them somewhere safe before the storm comes! I hear you're good with animals..."

Eyes immediately alight with an outpouring of joy, the vagabond ringmaster bounced around to gleefully address the familiar voice, lurching forward to hug the tree spirit purely out of instinct.

“TREE DAD.”

Obviously happy to see him, he peered up at the taller creature like he’d just been given a great gift, biting into his bottom lip to contain his grin.

“Show me the bunnies!”

[umbane]

@godwillow might have time to unpack all of that...

Gradually, the grass gives way to sand beneath his feet. There’s a slight dip where the wind and water has eroded away the dirt that leads to the beach proper, and as Kayn steps down, feels the granules crunch and give way beneath his sandals, he wonders why Zed has never sent him this way before. The disciple who was supposed to investigate fell horribly ill and, pressed for time as the de facto leader of the Order while Zed is away, Kayn went himself. After all, who else can he trust to get the job done quicker and better than anyone else? 

                                                                                                 He doesn’t like to be this near water, especially not the vast quantity that separates Ionia’s islands from the mainland, but he has honed his body and mind to endure it. In only a decade, Kayn has gone from trembling when the healers would wash his sunburned face to swimming, head under water, sometimes, if he absolutely must. He has spent too many years standing shivering, paralysed in pools and rivers, to let it consume him now. But still, as he steps closer to the river and the ground gets wetter, the sea seems so much louder somehow, the waves bigger, as if with each step he shrunk a little further. 

                                                                                                 And then Kayn steps in a particularly wet patch of mud, and stops. Of course, he’s walked through mud before, countless times in the rainy seasons, but there’s something about this mud. The consistency of it. The way the sand and silt mix with the water that saturates the land. Kayn slowly pulls his foot out, tries to take a step back, figure out the creeping sensation up his spine, but his legs aren’t working right and his foot sinks back down and suddenly Kayn knows this mud. 

                                                                                                 “No.” Dark eyes reel up to the cliffs above, so deceptively green and brown and grey in the broad daylight, but Kayn knows that shape. Memorised it as he lay in this mud. It’s morbid fascination that calculates the angle, drags his eyes down again to a spot only a hundred paces from him where he must have lay for days and nights until Zed found him. He has to say the hateful name aloud. Every time he does it’s like he’s swallowing it, making it a part of him so that it cannot kill him. “Epool.” But it’s rotten. It’s crawling inside him. Again, Kayn tries to step back. He sees sky for a moment, remembers a blow from a lifetime ago, and then the mud catches his elbows, the seat of his pants, his carefully braided hair, and embraces him like an old friend. “No.” He says again as the mud tries to swallow him whole. “No.” A bird cries over his head and Kayn blinks, instinctively, so it won’t peck out his eyes. The sea is so loud now, and it’s going to cover him like an icy blanket.

                                                                                              “Master—” But Zed isn’t here. There is only Kayn, the birds that will eat him when he dies, and the mud that will take whats’s left of him. “Zed—” His fingers weave into his hair, palms to his ears, trying to squeeze the crashing of the waves from them. “Help me!”

[yi-dashi]

ira-sturm said:

Determination

“Do not come to me once you have determined that you should break your legs on the climb...”

godwillow said:

"Faith and a friend!" 

“E-Eh? I do not think this, how you say, altitude is good for... trees.”

More bizarre spirit visions again...

[piltoverspride]

"Hello, Mr. Merriweather! I've been doing some jumping jacks recently— you know, to keep in shape! But you know, I'm more of a spruce tree than a redwood."

Oh! That is... Certainly a talking tree. Which is more out of place in Piltover than anything else Jayce has seen in the last week. Or month. (And it? He? Knows his name. Although maybe that’s not too much of a feat, considering.)

“I... well, that’s good to hear?”

At least the talking tree seems to be a pleasant individual!

[multimoose]

@godwillow​ said   :     "Hello, Zyra! Did you see the badgers are having a potluck? We'd love to invite you!"

                        𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄     𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒     𝐔𝐏𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃,     facing     one     who     she     considers     to     be     her     kin     —     no,     not     the     same     species,     but     something     close,     close     ENOUGH     to     understand     her     plight.     While     so     often     grief     &     bitterness     make     homes     in     the     flora     of     her     gut,     Zyra     feels     only     warmth     for     Ivern     .     .     .     someone     pure     &     joyous     enough     to     break     the     shadowy     punishment     that     mankind     had     created     just     for     her.

                         As     he     extends     his     offer,     Zyra     decides     almost     immediately     that     yes,     it’s     time     for     a     break.     A     pretty     smile     pulls     at     lush     lips,     &     a     leaf     -     coated     hand     reaches     out     to     squeeze     the     branch     of     his     wrist     affectionately.                         ❛    𝑶𝒉,     𝒐𝒇     𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆     𝑰’𝒍𝒍     𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆.     𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕     𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     𝑰     𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈     ?     ❜

[charmerquilled-aa]

"Rrrrrakan!" Ivern calls with a dramatic trill. "The performer himself! Haha, looking good today! How goes the rebellion?"

   Delighted, Rakan made his own dramatic entrance. His sun touched cape gracefully followed every well planned arc, a PERFORMANCE that came naturally to the Lhotlan without much thought. 

    “Ivern, my friend. You are RIGHT, I always look good and that won’t ever change!!”  The vastayan GRINNED from ear to ear and offered a brief, theatric bow. “The rebellion is bangin’!  We are a dancing flame that will never burn out! Not until magic and our kind can one day dance peacefully amongst Ionia once again! And You...!!!” A pause for dramatic effect. “You are looking amazing yourself, are you ready for the cold spell? I can feel it in the air!”

[heraldofzaun]

"Have an unusual day, my good sir!"

Talking trees! In Zaun!

...It really could not get any stranger.

“You as well,” Viktor said on impulse.

[herdream]

❛  i - ivern! ivern, you’re here ... !  ❜  she’s delighted as she begins to prance about the thick, heavy roots of the surrounding trees. maneuvering with grace -  ❛  wh - whoa - oof ... !  ❜  she falls  &  her branch clatters to the leaf - covered ground, shaking her head to rid herself of the illuminating dust that coated the wild shrooms and branches. lillia huffed, almost grace. one day, she will learn to refrain from her delighted prances. but she’s excited nonetheless! ivern is here!  ❛  i - i’m okay, i’m aaalright!  ❜   /   @godwillow​

[miighted]

"You seem like a very strong young man. Take this!" Ivern produces an apple from his fingertip, and offers it to the knight. "To fuel the body and the heart."

unprompted / always accepting

                In all his years ( though, in retrospect, that was likely not very many in the grand scheme of things ), Garen had never once encountered an... animated, talking plant. Not once. The thought that he might had never even occurred to him! Trees in Demacia, typically, did not move or speak, and they most certainly did not greet him in such a friendly way and then seem to grow an apple almost instantaneously. To say Garen was baffled would be an understatement — there was not yet a word in all the tongues of Runeterra that could truly capture his shock and disbelief. Perhaps he was dreaming or hallucinating?

                Too shocked to refute or stumble into a babbling stupor, Garen accepted the apple with a dazed look in his eyes, staring up at the tall deciduous friend. The fruit dropped into his gloved palm, shiny and red, like some kind of beautiful gem transformed. Was this a trick? Was there a witch who sought to lure him into an eternal slumber by offering him this apple by way of a fantastical disguise? 

                No, that was a little too ridiculous for Garen’s possibly addled mind to conjure. A childish thought, really, probably inspired by some old fairytale his uncle had told him when he was a little boy. The tree-friend before him seemed too genuine in spirit and gesture for Garen to feel any sort of malice or any hint that this was a dream. Finally, he looked down at the apple in his palm, turning it between his fingers. 

                “I, uh— Thank you,” he finally answered while still trying to grapple with his own surprise. “It is very kind of you.” Even if he were struggling to understand what he stood in the presence of, it would still be rude to not show his gratitude. Garen was nothing if not a polite and well-mannered man, after all. 

[fxlgurkinesis]

"Have an apple, from me to you!" Ivern says, conjuring up a fresh pink lady apple to offer to Lux.

“ oh, thank you !” she speaks, her eyes narrowing into the fresh apple. it looked particularly plump and ripe, almost glistening in the sun, as if it were the most perfect apple. “ it looks delicious !”    // @godwillow

[vetrarhjarta]

Godwillow Sent :  ‘ What are they doing? Where are they going? ‘

The Viking Sentence Prompts! || NOT Accepting ! @godwillow​

The odd timbre of the voice beside him drew his attention, looking over at the tall wooden man beside him. Braum was in shock for a moment, for a forest walker was rare in the Freljord, but he collected himself quickly. His gaze was back on the men that Ivern had been speaking of. They were only man shaped, and known as the Frostguard. “The Frostguard have been hunting Braum for some time. I do not think they are men, but some sort of creatures. Braum suspects they are searching for trail, or other things that interest them. They live deep in the mountains of the Freljord, where the Watchers once lived.” Braum slid a hand over his jaw, rubbing at it in thought. He and Ivern stood out, if anyone of those creatures thought to look over at them, they would be seen  immediately. “Come, Tree Spirit! Come! We must not allow them to see you.” Braum made gestures for the two of them to instead leave their vantage point.

[weldlune]

A plump red apple grows from Ivern's fingertip, and drops into his opposite wooden palm. "Have a treat, on me!"

Oh! It’s often enough that Aphelios notices movement in the trees that indicates an enemy, or a frightened creature, or something else. It’s rare that the movement is the trees. Or, rather, one tree. Aphelios’ eyes grow almost as large and round as the apple as it grows on the end of the branch, and the onto the tree’s—hand? Aphelios is so preoccupied with the  sudden growth of the fruit that the voice catches him off guard, eyes flicking up to the tree’s face, but it’s hard to be anything but delighted at such an unexpected gift. 

     Aphelios’ lips turn up, pleased, and he gently scoops up the apple in both palms, holding it gently for a moment before a thought occurs to him. What is an apple to a tree? Is it like eating the tree’s finger? Should he just ... tuck it in his robes for now? 

     He looks up, his expression oddly guilty and full of a question he cannot ask. When Ivern says a treat, what exactly does that mean ... ? 

[umbane]

"Here you are! A treat, from me to you." But when Ivern goes to give Kayn an apple, a squirrel climbs down from his shoulder, to his hand, and into Kayn's. "Oh! Well, don't eat /that/ one."

Kayn has been in Ionia a long time. Long enough to have witnessed some pretty strange things. This place is wild in a way Noxus isn’t, and won’t be so long as they continue to harvest the natural magic from what little nature it has left. A talking tree isn’t high on the list of what he expects when he goes out walking, but it’s high enough that after the initial flinch when the boughs to his left start moving, Kayn is able to take it in stride. Though the Order of Shadow does not while away their hours tending to spirits, they know how to greet them, and how to keep them from getting angry. 

                                                                                                             So when it holds out an apple for Kayn to take, Kayn knows that he ought to take it. Perhaps not eat it, but certainly accept it, and thank the spirit before quickly moving on. So Kayn is peering into the spirit’s face, ever wary when a dark shape flits down from the spirit’s branches and out onto Kayn’s outstretched hand. 

                                                                                                               “GAAH!” Kayn reacts automatically, flinging the furry shape back the way it came and jerking away, eyes wide and wild and ready for another threat.

[moonaspect]

"The moon has been a constant companion of mine, ever since I first laid eyes on it. I'm glad to see you're doing her justice."

For someone to speak of her deity without the scorn in their voice was something new to her, and also very welcomed. Though, the subtle compliment caught her by surprise.

Being commended for something was, and still is, a very rare thing for the Lunari, something she is not at all used to. So at the other’s words, she lightly tilted her head to the side.

❝ Not as much justice as what I think would be appreciated. If that is to her liking it isn’t something you or me can really tell. ❞ she spoke firmly, a somewhat cold tone to her voice.

Her gaze would shift up then, focused on her goddess, full and bright on the night sky above them.

❝ But I really do hope you are right... ❞ she muttered to herself.