[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

[knightofratatosk]

Of course they fear death... don't you? Don't you want to live?

[biteoffherhead]

You think like a human. Death is not a thing to be feared nor anticipated. It is something to respect. It is a part of the natural cycle, and to try to escape your death is pointless.

You must die, some day, to make way for new life to grow. To cling so pathetically to your life is disrespectful to life itself.

[knightofratatosk]

... but I'm not going to die, so it doesn't really matter whether I'm afraid of death or not. I just thought it was natural to not want to die...

[biteoffherhead]

Everything dies. Everything has its time. Someday, your life will be taken and given to another.

[knightofratatosk]

No, I mean... I can't die, not unless someone destroys my core. That's part of what being a summon spirit means.

[biteoffherhead]

[A soft chuckle. You can practically see her smile.

She doesn't believe that for a second.]

Your life will be taken, someday. There is no true immortal creature.

[knightofratatosk]

Maybe that's true, but...

[biteoffherhead]

When that day comes, do not fear it. It is nature's design.

[knightofratatosk]

You aren't afraid at all?

[biteoffherhead]

No. I died once, already. The Great Forest Spirit gave me rest. I was free. And it was peaceful...