[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

[A post from Moro's journal is extremely rare - that thing almost always sits in her den, completely ignored. But apparently, her message is pressing enough to paw at the thing until she feels it's turned on.

Which means about five minutes of a giant paw padding the paper before Moro's grumbling voice goes through it.]

If you humans do hear me: do not forget that the trees without leaves in winter are not dead. Do not cut them unless you are sure they are or unless you are in dire need.

[...As usual, assuming the worst in terms of human intelligence.]

Comments

[Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[... It's... honestly nice to hear someone else caring about the trees in Luceti, even if Robert doesn't expect to see this particular face. However, his memories from the alternate life cling enough to give him a name - Moro.]

A-Are you an... environmental c-consultant, of sorts...?

[... "Forest god" is not a word that would normally exist in Robert's vocabulary.]

... A-At any rate, I should... certainly hope nobody cuts these t-trees unnecessarily. E-Even if they are... Malnosso additions, cutting trees is... a-an abominable waste.

[biteoffherhead]

I am the god of this forest.

[Short, straight to the point, and above all else, extremely impatient-sounding.]

[semper_cogitans]

[... That isn't s response he would've expected, but... it intrigues him.]

... The god...? ... Well, I h-have... never spoken to a god b-before...

[He would've been entirely skeptical awhile ago. Luceti has taught him that sometimes he should just... accept it first sometimes, and ask questions later.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Snort.]

[semper_cogitans]

[... Awkward silence for a moment. How does one address a god?

Finally:]

... Do you, er, h-have a... title? ... S-Something you are... generally referred to by...?

[biteoffherhead]

Moro.

[A frown.]

[semper_cogitans]

[... In other words, no.]

... It is... a p-pleasure to meet you then, Moro.

I w-will be... certain to take your s-stewardship of the forest here into... c-consideration. And I... commend you on th-those efforts.

[biteoffherhead]

Speak clearly and do not waste my time.

[semper_cogitans]

...

[Is it the stuttering? He's suddenly ashamed.]

M-My apologies. You... must have better th-things to do.

... I will... spread your message.

[biteoffherhead]

Then you will not fail in that promise.

[semper_cogitans]

... I a-assure you, I will not.

[That's as steady as he can make his voice. Albeit it's still tremulous...]