Post by jakejester on Jun 15, 2008 11:59:23 GMT -5
The light from the setting sun shone on everything, similar to a greedy child that "needs" to touch everything it can. This caused a beautiful, deep orange tin to the surrounding meadow and trees. Summer in curtain forests were particularly humid. This so happened to be one of those forests.
The monks walked the gardens of seemingly endless foliage, they all wore the color representing what they liked to study most. Food around this part was not in short supply. Neither was the hospitality. They were said to be myths, about a place where anyone, no matter how good or bad or confused you were, could go and be welcomed with open arms. A place where no matter who you were, you would have the promise that you would not be harmed on the monastery grounds. A place where no matter what manner of creature or beast you were, you could seek love and compassion and find it. This place was no myth, but some would like people to believe it was for their own selfish reasons.
This place happened to be in that very forest, the one with humidity and orange tinting in abundance. This is where Xander liked to spend his free time.
Of all his travels, this one monastery was the only place that would listen when he needed to talk, feed when he was hungry, and protect when he was in the most dire of troubles. He felt at peace within the walls of this wonderful living building. A complex made purely out of what it was surrounded with; plant life. The walls, roofs, and everything else was all made of natural materials. It was also said that the structure was a living being with thoughts and a love for living things, sentient and all. This was also part of the myth though.
Xander now sat at the base of a cluster of several trees. The buds were just barely growing on these young plants, because they had been reluctant to bare fruit if it was to be wasted, or so the female monk said as she sat a little ways from him. The tree had to trust a person, so that it would believe them when they said, it would be used to feed the hungry, and not taken in excessive amounts. Xander had been curious about what the female monk had been doing, and this is the answer he had received.
The sun was starting to set at this point in his conversation, so he wished her a happy night and headed to the dinner room. This time of day was when the most travelers came seeking refuge, and they would be happily invited for supper and a warm bad.
The monks walked the gardens of seemingly endless foliage, they all wore the color representing what they liked to study most. Food around this part was not in short supply. Neither was the hospitality. They were said to be myths, about a place where anyone, no matter how good or bad or confused you were, could go and be welcomed with open arms. A place where no matter who you were, you would have the promise that you would not be harmed on the monastery grounds. A place where no matter what manner of creature or beast you were, you could seek love and compassion and find it. This place was no myth, but some would like people to believe it was for their own selfish reasons.
This place happened to be in that very forest, the one with humidity and orange tinting in abundance. This is where Xander liked to spend his free time.
Of all his travels, this one monastery was the only place that would listen when he needed to talk, feed when he was hungry, and protect when he was in the most dire of troubles. He felt at peace within the walls of this wonderful living building. A complex made purely out of what it was surrounded with; plant life. The walls, roofs, and everything else was all made of natural materials. It was also said that the structure was a living being with thoughts and a love for living things, sentient and all. This was also part of the myth though.
Xander now sat at the base of a cluster of several trees. The buds were just barely growing on these young plants, because they had been reluctant to bare fruit if it was to be wasted, or so the female monk said as she sat a little ways from him. The tree had to trust a person, so that it would believe them when they said, it would be used to feed the hungry, and not taken in excessive amounts. Xander had been curious about what the female monk had been doing, and this is the answer he had received.
The sun was starting to set at this point in his conversation, so he wished her a happy night and headed to the dinner room. This time of day was when the most travelers came seeking refuge, and they would be happily invited for supper and a warm bad.