“Prince! You mustn’t wander too far!” Variations of this phrase were common place around here and perhaps he was to blame for that. Maybe just a little? Rovel hadn’t been anything special before he was chosen- but then most weren’t (as he had been told). They were not chosen upon status but rather spirit and his must have fit the bill. Only he was at that rebellious stage in life and was no longer content with being a firefly in a jar. Which was why he ignored that call as he walked out across the branches of a tree, a careless step caught by the arch of a lower one. He knew he left many of the leafmen exasperated as of late but he wasn’t helpless and didn’t need them following him around ALL the time. These were times of peace for them, after all. They had powerful allies and hesitant enemies on the other side of things. If anything their only worry should be whether or not there was going to be enough decay. Blossoms were springing up all over the forest with the retreat of winter and there was scarcely a thing to interfere with that.
One might say Rovel was bored. He was garbed for excitement with his stolen leafman armor but his chances of crossing paths with a boggan were pretty much zilch. His cloak was turned out so the green of the leafs was exposed rather than their dark undersides- blending him into the surroundings as he moved closer to the end of a branch. All around him the forest buzzed with subtle movement but far in the distance there was a silence that was dark in nature. It was like cancer among this land and for awhile there he heard that it had threatened to consume all that was life in their green kingdom. He’d been much too young to remember much of such dreadful times. Now that everything was calm and that kingdom of decay was held at bay by energies of growth he hadn’t a worry in the world. Perhaps because everyone else worried in his stead.
The leafmen constantly swarmed around him as though afraid he would be broken by the elements (absurd because he manipulated them by nature) and he knew they were probably in a tizzy over his disappearance. They were constantly trying to hide him away. He was what kept this forest alive when opposing forces battled against it. He brought the life back to withered leafs and assured drooping blossoms got enough sunlight to bloom. He was their savior and without a him they seemed certain they would be doomed. Such miserable thoughts… such a blocked off life they expected him to live.
This was much better- high in the canopies with no one flanking his sides and getting defensive about anything that looked even remotely suspicious. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be bored much longer now.