"(ebook) Anthony Piers - Xanth 21 - Faun And Games" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anthony Piers)two trees were in sight of each other. Almost every day Forrest would
drop out of his sandalwood tree, and join Branch in the glade between them to dance a J'lg or two. With luck, their 'igging would attract the fleeting attention of a nymph or three, who would join ill, jiggling. With further luck, jig and Jiggle would lead to a pleasant chase and celebration. But this morning Branch's tree was in a sad state. It wouldn't fade so soon if its faun were merely absent; fauns and nymphs shared an awareness with their trees that alerted them instantly if harm came to either. Let a human forester even come near such a tree with an axe, and its faun would have a fit. Let a faun split a hoof, and his tree would shudder. Such reactions were independent of distance; a faun could run far away from his tree, and still be closely attuned to it. They felt each other's pain. "Are you trying to ignore me?" Mentia asked warningly. Demollesses could handle almost anything except that. "No. You're right. I am puzzled and alarmed by this dreadful scene. Do you know anythin, about it?" "No. I just happened to note it in passing, so I looked for the closest creature who might be tormented by it." "Thank you," she said, flushing red with candy stripes. The color extended to her clothing and hair, and traces of it radiated into the air around her. The clog tree's distress meant that Branch was in serious trouble, if not dead. What could have happened? Branch had been fine yesterday. In fact he had encountered a nymph from a lady slipper tree whose slippers gave her special fleetness, just as the sandals from Forrest's sandalwood tree gave him excellent footing, and the clogs from Branch's tree protected his hoofs. They had had quite a merry chase. Because that was what fauns and nymphs did; they chased each other until they came together, and then they celebrated in a manner that children were not supposed to see. Because it did tend to get dull just sitting in one's tree all the time. In fact, Forrest now remembered, the nymph, clad only in her slippers, had led Branch a chase right out of sight. Meanwhile her friend from an oak tree, named Kara 0ke, had done some very nice singing to background music of wind through trees, so Forrest had had his own distraction. Naturally he had chased her, and naturally she had fled, but not too swiftly, because she was still singing her oak song. So he had caught her, and they had celebrated in the usual fashion, while she continued singing. That had been interesting, because she had sung of every |
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