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Authors: Noah Porter
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trees… which means your first lesson is tree-climbing.” She says the last sentence with a slightly nasty smile on her face, like she thinks I’m going to - insert either ‘fail’ or ‘fall’, whichever you prefer-.
“Oh, tree-climbing? I don’t know whether I could EVER do that,” I say sarcastically, sizing up the nearby trees. I walk to the largest tree within sight, vaulting it like a pro. I climb up the first ten branches (which is no picnic to do) in a matter of a few minutes.
She has a slightly disappointed look on her face, but a grin at the same time.
“Lesson one complete. Wrong tree, though.”
I jump back down and follow her to a monster of a tree, even larger than the one I just vaulted. When I walk up to it and begin climbing, she stops me for a second with only twelve short words.
“That was a joke,” she says, laughing hysterically. “You didn’t actually need to climb a tree!”
I resume shimmying up the tree, annoyed with her but determined to still have my fun.
Then there are two of us climbing up the tree, swinging from branch to branch like monkeys, and when I reach the foliage, I force myself through it.
We clamber onto the top of the tree at almost the exact same time, but I hoist myself up a few seconds before she does. Arcya laughs before starting to climb back down. I follow her to the bottom.
“Now what?” I ask.
Arcya’s panting too hard to respond. Arcya walks back around the tree with a guarded expression on her face, pointing out a part of the tree that looks identical to the rest of it.
I stare at it, utterly confused. She lightly shoves that part of the tree. She must have lost her senses.
I gasp when, instead of getting a massive bruise on her shoulder, she forces a giant door to swing open.
“Welcome,” she says, “to Azrolm.”
I suppose when most people think of living inside a tree, they think dark, smelly, and cramped. This was the opposite. It was relatively spacious, with the huts looking almost identical to the outdoor ones. I guess it was pretty, but to me, it just screamed “flammable everything”.
“This is just the beginning. The leaders live here. Time to go into the actual base,” Arcya says, walking straight forward.
“This isn’t the base?”
She laughs, pushing open another door.
“Oh,” I say. This is more like what I thought it’d be. “What happened to the village being in the trees?”
“Oh. Well, I guess I meant in between the trees,” she says with a grin.
There’s a decent amount of greenery in the village. About a hundred huts and what appear to be fields to grow food in (I think they’re called ‘crop fields’) are scattered throughout it, far enough apart that it’s not totally cramped but also close enough together to be easily defendable.
Also, a natural spring bubbles up nearby, easily accessible and flowing at a steady pace but not so close that it runs through the village.
There are no trees taking up ground space inside the perimeter of the village itself- instead, the trees form the walls of the village, and flashes of sunlight through the foliage temporarily blind me every few minutes while I gaze around the village in awe. They must work very hard to keep their ground free of weeds, because it looks like normal grass to me.
Arcya laughs again, this time at the look on my face, and shows me to a small-but-cozy hut.
“This is all yours,” she says. “When you hear a gong, come out of your hut and go to the largest one in the village for dinner.”
I nod and she leaves, allowing me to explore the house. It has two rooms - the room you walk into (which has a very tiny wooden couch) and a bedroom (which has something like a wardrobe and a bed). When I fling open the wardrobe, I look at the first thing that catches my eye, a dress, with distaste. On it is pinned a note. ‘For special occasions only, unless you
“Oh, tree-climbing? I don’t know whether I could EVER do that,” I say sarcastically, sizing up the nearby trees. I walk to the largest tree within sight, vaulting it like a pro. I climb up the first ten branches (which is no picnic to do) in a matter of a few minutes.
She has a slightly disappointed look on her face, but a grin at the same time.
“Lesson one complete. Wrong tree, though.”
I jump back down and follow her to a monster of a tree, even larger than the one I just vaulted. When I walk up to it and begin climbing, she stops me for a second with only twelve short words.
“That was a joke,” she says, laughing hysterically. “You didn’t actually need to climb a tree!”
I resume shimmying up the tree, annoyed with her but determined to still have my fun.
Then there are two of us climbing up the tree, swinging from branch to branch like monkeys, and when I reach the foliage, I force myself through it.
We clamber onto the top of the tree at almost the exact same time, but I hoist myself up a few seconds before she does. Arcya laughs before starting to climb back down. I follow her to the bottom.
“Now what?” I ask.
Arcya’s panting too hard to respond. Arcya walks back around the tree with a guarded expression on her face, pointing out a part of the tree that looks identical to the rest of it.
I stare at it, utterly confused. She lightly shoves that part of the tree. She must have lost her senses.
I gasp when, instead of getting a massive bruise on her shoulder, she forces a giant door to swing open.
“Welcome,” she says, “to Azrolm.”
I suppose when most people think of living inside a tree, they think dark, smelly, and cramped. This was the opposite. It was relatively spacious, with the huts looking almost identical to the outdoor ones. I guess it was pretty, but to me, it just screamed “flammable everything”.
“This is just the beginning. The leaders live here. Time to go into the actual base,” Arcya says, walking straight forward.
“This isn’t the base?”
She laughs, pushing open another door.
“Oh,” I say. This is more like what I thought it’d be. “What happened to the village being in the trees?”
“Oh. Well, I guess I meant in between the trees,” she says with a grin.
There’s a decent amount of greenery in the village. About a hundred huts and what appear to be fields to grow food in (I think they’re called ‘crop fields’) are scattered throughout it, far enough apart that it’s not totally cramped but also close enough together to be easily defendable.
Also, a natural spring bubbles up nearby, easily accessible and flowing at a steady pace but not so close that it runs through the village.
There are no trees taking up ground space inside the perimeter of the village itself- instead, the trees form the walls of the village, and flashes of sunlight through the foliage temporarily blind me every few minutes while I gaze around the village in awe. They must work very hard to keep their ground free of weeds, because it looks like normal grass to me.
Arcya laughs again, this time at the look on my face, and shows me to a small-but-cozy hut.
“This is all yours,” she says. “When you hear a gong, come out of your hut and go to the largest one in the village for dinner.”
I nod and she leaves, allowing me to explore the house. It has two rooms - the room you walk into (which has a very tiny wooden couch) and a bedroom (which has something like a wardrobe and a bed). When I fling open the wardrobe, I look at the first thing that catches my eye, a dress, with distaste. On it is pinned a note. ‘For special occasions only, unless you
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