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She'd met a few. It had been nice.
But it had been a couple of days since she'd really run into anybody. She was traversing part of the northern swamp, and it was lonely up here. Beautiful, though; there was something devastatingly gorgeous about the loneliness of the pines and oaks. The water here was chilly and she knew it could be treacherously deep in parts- but it was worth it to see sun filtering through birch leaves and gleaming off the white bark. Yes, the trees here were truly gorgeous; it was a real privilege to see them!
As she stopped for a midday meal, she noticed something interesting in the near distance. It was a tree... maybe. It was shorter than most trees, and it was moving. That was weird. Trees didn't normally do that. Hastily swallowing her dried fish and scarfing down the swath of kelp she'd been carrying it in (she'd traded a story for it at the last settlement she'd visited), she trotted towards the tree. "Hello?" she called as she approached. "The, uh, the moving tree over there. Can you talk?"