It wasn't Story's way- To finish a song. As he moved amongst the giant roots of the oldest mangroves, as he watched the new life that fought it's way past the elder trees, he would simply sing. He sang of life and he sang of death. He sang encouraging words to both the young and fading life about him. These things were eternal, and so he felt his song to them should have no end.
As it was in all times past, so it was for him today. Wise eyes gleamed as the sturdy buck stood and swayed gently in the breeze. One with the plants that towered above and around him.
Jun D
(( Backdated to when Story first met Secret.))