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<blockquote data-quote="Nac Mac Feegle" data-source="post: 3892794" data-attributes="member: 15240">The forest at night.Thane is alone, or at least most people might consider so.&nbsp; He could never understand the concept of being 'alone' in the forest, among the trees.&nbsp; He only ever really feels alone in the town, surrounded by people who do nothing but talk, never simply sitting back and listening.&nbsp; Even the spirit shamans sometimes seem like they get so caught up in speaking to their special guide that they forget the whole that is the world around them.Sitting with his back to a tree, Thane relaxes.&nbsp; He's almost invisible under a thin layer of leaves and twigs that blend in with his clothing.&nbsp; As a young child he had constantly shifted, itching and scratching at the leaves, but now he simply relaxes unmoving, like his father always had.&nbsp; His eyes closed, Thane feels the forest.&nbsp; Even through the silence of the animals and the bugs, he can feel the pulse of the land.&nbsp; Restless, disturbed, on edge, but still there.&nbsp; Still more slow and patient than any man.&nbsp; Slowly, gently, Thane slides into a light sleep, his dreams walking amidst the boughs and branches, searching for something never found.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Nac Mac Feegle, post: 3892794, member: 15240"] The forest at night. Thane is alone, or at least most people might consider so. He could never understand the concept of being 'alone' in the forest, among the trees. He only ever really feels alone in the town, surrounded by people who do nothing but talk, never simply sitting back and listening. Even the spirit shamans sometimes seem like they get so caught up in speaking to their special guide that they forget the whole that is the world around them. Sitting with his back to a tree, Thane relaxes. He's almost invisible under a thin layer of leaves and twigs that blend in with his clothing. As a young child he had constantly shifted, itching and scratching at the leaves, but now he simply relaxes unmoving, like his father always had. His eyes closed, Thane [i]feels[/i] the forest. Even through the silence of the animals and the bugs, he can feel the pulse of the land. Restless, disturbed, on edge, but still there. Still more slow and patient than any man. Slowly, gently, Thane slides into a light sleep, his dreams walking amidst the boughs and branches, searching for something never found. [/QUOTE]

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