MARCH 2015

[thecanopycrew]

Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it? Testing the waters? Then take them on this very first Home Tree Test Drive! directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction , our Rules and the F.A.Q ❀ Post with your character with their name and canon in the subject line. ❀ Use the prompt(s) given here or make up your own! ❀ Both prose and comment spam format are welcome. ❀ Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to discuss OOCly while tagging. ❀ The Test Drive Meme can be used for your application's first person sample. ❀ This meme is is considered as OOC and not part of the game's canon. prompt Welcome to the Faerie Feast! After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves. Try your new wings to be the first to grab those delicious crumbs of walnut bread? Or say hi to your party lights, courtesy of some excited glow worms and flies that just want to be your best friends. Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes or decide to head further into the tree, seeing just what kind of place your have stumbled into. Maybe you will even get a glimpse of those hairy legs on the fourth floor?

Night Gem Wing Inspiration ❀ Day Gem Wing Inspiration

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2, because why not

[ex_discrowns53]

[ After several hours of exploring the tree and learning how to use his new silver wings, a bath seems pretty tempting. He finds the bathhouse easily enough, most of his armor already divested and tucked away somewhere close - and safe, entering in just breeches and a tunic.

Well, and the sword. Old habits die hard.

Maedhros eyes the pool intently, then its occupant. Red hair is extremely rare among his people, and most often found in blood relations, so she elicits more interest than might be normal. The seven and a half foot four inch tall elf bows belatedly, a wealth of red hair falling past his waist, and gestures toward the water with his left hand. ]

May I join you, Lady?

[dissemblance]

[She'd caught sight of the elves earlier, across the dining hall. 'Cosplayers', she'd called them then, although even at the time of speaking she'd known better. Though he has little enough in common with the dark elves that Thor went up against alone, she'd be a fool not to notice numerous similarities this man and his companion had with the creatures of myth.

Of course, more often these days she's finding myth is just shorthand for hasn't been around for some time. He doesn't appear to be armed (then again, neither does she at a casual glance) but he moves with a grace she's always found dangerous. Hm.

Regardless, he gets a bright smile, warm and cheerful. If she avoids turning her back on him, one could say it's a subtle show of manners. The query itself elicits the barest of shrugs, rustling her wings.]

Free country. -- Well, this might not actually be a country. Free tree?