Maple
A recently awakened young tree struggling with the newfound curse of awareness.
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Why did it not work
Things are supposed to be consistent. The show falls from the sky, the sun rises and sets, animals hunt, rivers rush, and leaves fall. Things are supposed to be they way that they are, do what they do. So why didn’t my healing work? Why didn’t I work? Is being a thinking creature really to be inconsistent and unpredictable, if so then what is the point. Nature is order, even at its most destructive moments it always follows its laws. If that is so then fleshlings and their gods must be chaos itself, so then why as a being of nature must I endure the same chaos? What is the point of doing anything if there is a chance that through chance it will fail?
Why is it alive?
I have recently learned that the fleshling who caused a sucking response is stunted in the head. This makes sense, it’s only natural to have automatic negative feelings towards the deformed, however this raises a good question. I ponder now why the stunted one was allowed to live? All animals spare their defective offspring the suffering of an unsuccessful life, for what is the purpose of your offspring will be sure to fail. It seems that the humanoid fleshlings don’t follow this practice for some reason, perhaps he was correct but later damaged, or there is some purpose to having them around I cannot comprehend. Perhaps fleshlings value individual life over furthering their species, but that would be ridiculous. There must be some other reason. For now however I will avoid killing my herd when crippled beyond repair, they might prefer the suffering.
Fleshlings are odd
After spending some time retrieving a young fleshling I have noticed something curious. I have not been around others since I awakened and I am experiencing strange bodily responses when some of them speak, particularly the one wearing armor who grew from the same sprout as the other, or whatever happened between them. Multiple times he has directly referred to me and requested unnecessary information, not only that but he is constantly speaking. The fleshling rattles on until something makes it unable to speak, it makes me feel strangely unwell in some mental sense. I do not understand this response but perhaps he is poisonous to me in some way since the sickness only comes when his mouth is open, perhaps some kind of gas? I will need to be wary about this possible threat in the future
Herd or Pack?
I have encountered a group of fledglings who are on their way to the same location as myself. Something that is confusing me however is that this group seems to be traveling together for safety as a herd might, but my last group encounter were traveling to ensure greater effectiveness as a hunting unit like a pack. So the question persists of weather fledglings travel in herds or packs? It is baffling to consider an animal would travel in both.
Forward
No rings have grown since my awakening
How long have I been walking? The time escapes me. I must deliver the message, I do not understand it, I do not know why, but it must be done.
The sounds resonate within me. The birds, they do not end their calls. The wind brings calm and calamity. The sun and moon cycle over and over and over in the sky without end, Why? The cold bites into my hardened flesh with no remorse, but I must continue however I don’t know why. Earth, sky, beast, cold, foliage, so many new sensations causing me to wonder as I wander. To think I was unaware of all of the nature surrounding me, beautiful and fascinating.
I do not know for how much longer I must continue, but I must regardless. He looked so odd as he asked me, his eyes watered and the red sap still stains my hands. This mission is all that matters, but I can’t seem to bring myself to consider what is after.
