Submission (#1707) Approved

Edit: Thank you! I made the changes

Gift Art Submission Link: https://worldofeyre.com/submissions/view/1697
Related Prompt: Festive Gifting Spirit
1st or 2nd Submission: Second
Regional Affinity: Ealei
Elnin: ELN1266

Big Ear, Meet Big Tree -- Ealei Impressions Part Two

On Velia’s second trip to Ealei, she found that there was more to the region the higher up she went. When she started her visit, she found herself at home amongst the water and roots, a little off put by (but also in awe of) the cities built into the trees stories above…

But as she climbed higher, she could take in so many views! Gaps in the foliage would reveal massive rocks down below--not the dangerous deadly jagged kind, but rocks that looked so massive and mossy that they seemed like they’d been placed there by a giant centuries ago. She could see little bits of life forming on them, even from her high up perch.

That and being up high made it super easy to see just how far out the roots of the Eldertree stretched--not that she was sure she could see all of its roots if she tried. Her thick ears and floofy mane kept her warmer the higher up she went, and though there were plenty of rocks and mountains nearby that competed for height, she was confident that the trees here won whatever contest they were in centuries ago; the trees were likely some immeasurable height. Some astronomical number bounced around in her head as she climbed, though her impulsive desire to reach the very tippy top of the trees came to a standstill when she saw the clouds.

Large, cottony, fluffy clouds rolled not just by the tree, but through, slowly and loosely engulfing the wooden structures and windows of the tree-towns, leaving behind droplets of water on the windows and bark--like dew.

The air here was clear and crisp, and the sunlight felt strong and mostly unfiltered, save for the beams that were caught by leaves of the massive canopy. The beams that did shine through the leaves spilled down like waterfalls into the areas below, tinted green but somehow not eerily like back in the swamp. Were the leaves to change color or take on the look of Bellmoril’s trees, the towns below would likely look like they were glowing with a warm flame, or a permanent sunset.

After learning that the clouds rolling through the Eldertree’s branches could not indeed be eaten like cotton candy, Velia would return home, strangely with the feeling that perhaps the rest of the trees she’d seen in Eyre so far were just a bit too small for her liking. That and she knew she had to come visit again sometime soon.