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[color=aba000]"There's quite a lot of them now aren't they?"[/color] said Moss-Hands. He was fairly young for a treant, barely 500 years old, so he was always in a hurry when compared to other treants. Right now, he was enjoying a fascinating image of his first time deciding on something. An important milestone in the growth of a young ent.

A low and pleasant rumble came from the treant next to him. [color=aba000]"Ho hum."[/color] Longbark was a treant that was significantly older than Moss-Hands, and he had been alive since before their forests relocation to the boundary within the University's walls. [color=aba000]"I think that one means to distract us."[/color] He was of course referring to William.

It was unfortunate. The Treants were a long lived species, slow to act, but swift when they do, with a patience that spanned longer than human lives. Images of the past mattered little to them, when the present was an event that took so long.

And so it was with little hesitation that roots burst forth once again and pulled two figures into the ground. Zane, because they thought he saying 'dumbass tree' in front of a treant was rarely a good idea, no matter the context, much less while pouring water on top of someone they were fond of (no matter how exasperating they found her at times), and William, because attempting to use magic that doesn't instantly kill an treant was arguably just as bad an idea.

They left Liors alone, because it felt unseemly to punish so violet as shrunken as her, and because she tried asking nicely to let them go.

[color=aba000]"So hasty, are you? One must not be so hasty,"[/color] said Great-Oak, slow and ponderous even by treant standards, and thus also the wisest. [color=aba000]"Talk slower, perhaps then we might understand you. Infants always talk too quickly."[/color]

Meruin, buried somewhere behind Viola, let out a deep, frustrated sigh. [color=green]"It's amazing how neither of you saw this coming,"[/color] she said, referring to Zane and William. 
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Gold was not so much judgmental (excluding one particular man) as she was no-nonsense. As such, while she had a fairly refined sense of tact, she was unafraid to point out reckless stupidity when she saw it. So she did.

[color=fff200]"What exactly... where you hoping to accomplish with this half-brained scheme? Never mind I don't want to know,"[/color] she said with a shake of her head.

One of the first things she did once she had free time was secure permission to enter the forest. She had myriad of reasons that were pointless to get into at the moment, but suffice it to say, she was an efficient worker. She had gotten to the administrative buildings as soon as they had opened, and once she had secured a pass, made a beeline for the forest as fast as possible.

Imagine her surprise when she was beaten to the punch by a whole group of students. Her first thought was that somehow they had been able to secure passes before the school year had started - that thought was quickly buried along with the students.

[color=fff200]"So, yeah, I have to say this is amusing. I'd stay to help but I'm kind of busy. See you later!"[/color] The girl flashed her permit to the treants, who lifted the large gate for her. Running inside, she quickly disappeared from the groups line of sight.
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