The Jungle of Sierra
The vibrant life of the jungle enveloped you with your first steps. The air was filled with the shrill calls of birds, the deep croaks of toads and the ever present buzz of insect things. Very few trails are blazed into the jungle and fewer still survive more than a week before the jungle reclaims it. The main exceptions are the two trails that lead to the main supply of fresh water for Realt, deep freshwater pools that never seem to empty.
Time Unknown
Approximately Around Trade Tide
For many three waxing and fading of the moon he tarried, lost within the foliage of the Jungle. He did not care, he had lost caring for the affairs of the human world and turned his back from them since Taloh was thrown like sands into the chaos of the wind. This was his world now, this was his new T'aquar and She was his new keeping and under his custody, She would flourish and a day shall come when Nature shall ravage the civilizations of man and the world shall enter a new age. For three waxing and fading of the moon, he had tried to delve his essence with Her, trying to understand Her; Her very essence: each plant, animal and insect the Shaper communed...
Letting himself be felt... Introducing... Calling... Guarding... Caring...
Each day, he learned a few, each day, he prayed She would understand him and embrace him, never losing hope of the day that She would be the new promised land. Like T'aquar... Weep for the sons and daughter of T'aquar for they are no more... The Adhiel had wept all of his tears away and there was only numbness, a lonely numbness that gnawed within him, eating him, yet he stood fast for Her, for this land that beckons him.
"I am here!" He whispered, softly walking through the heavy foliage of the Jungle, indifferent of his whereabouts, focusing only to the whispering voices he could only hear, calling each day and each night. "I am here..." Thorn whispered once more. With a gentle caress, he touched a tree before him, closing his eyes, feeling the wind caressing his uncombed hair, touching his cheeks and softly rustling the once regal Shaper Robe he was wearing. "I have come!"
With all his soul, he delved deeply into Her very essence, letting his inner ears hear the voices he was hearing, trying to see with inner eyes the spirits of nature, the ancient animals and plant that embodies each natural being. He started with the tree he was touching, trying to hear its voice as he softly murmured to it, soothing, enticing it to open itself, encouraging the spirit of the tree to hear his voice so that through the tree, the Shaper could expand his inner awareness throughout the Jungle, trying to seek those voices. "Will you not listen to me? Will you not open yourself?" He asked with throbbing kindness and compassion.
"Talk to me, I am here... Will you not open yourself to me?"