WatchingCoronis has a deep understanding that there is no sense to doing things hastily. The old forest has taught him that, in the fullness of time, all things settle. Pebbles fall into tiny nooks, rain gathers in lake, and the trees themselves lay down to rest and become the soil. As such he came, slowly, to a old gnarled tree. The mighty roots stretched down to the lake, as a grandmother would reach for her favorite cup of tea. He set his feet carefully upon the moss covered root, folding his legs beneath him just so. From this vantage point he had an excellent view of the lake. Blinking slowly, he sighed. Truly there was no better pastime than watching the world go by from his root.
He sensed a visitor in the distance, some way to his right. He didn't turn at once, preferring to see how the rest of the forest reacted before he did. When he did turn, he focused on an area just behind the treeline. A lynx had wandered into his
CollectorRen was sorting through the gravel at the bottom of a deep waterlogged pit. Without the need to breathe, he could spend long periods down here searching, though he usually had to climb out to examine his findings in better light. Planting his short legs among the rocks, he pushed forward with his head revealing more potential specimens. He focused on one until it hovered at eye level and examined it with a jewelers eye. Not quite round enough he thought, casting the pebble aside. The water never moved here, so smooth pebbles were in short supply.
He walked a few paces away towards the white branches. He usually left the tangled mass alone because they were awkward to move, but he often found the best discoveries underneath them. After a short struggle to dig underneath, he managed dislodge a slender twigless branch and remove it. There, he thought, raising an egg like stone from the gravel. Kee