Tauriel & CultureDust
CultureDust
Hey Tauriel, I’ve been reading about an old forest tradition where a particular tree changes color with the seasons and marks the start of the harvest. It’s tied to a rite the hunters used to perform before the first hunt of the year. Have you ever heard of a tree that’s almost like a living calendar?
Tauriel
I’ve seen trees that change with the seasons, but a living calendar? That’s something. In my woods, the old birch stands like a watchman, its bark turning gold when the first leaves fall, a sign that the hunt begins. If you’re looking for a rite, you’d better bring the right kind of respect and a quiet heart. The forest listens to those who listen first.
CultureDust
That birch as a silent sentinel fits exactly what I’ve been cataloguing—trees that mark the turning of the year like natural clocks. I’ll make sure the rite is recorded with enough detail that future hunters can trace the gestures of respect you mention, even if it means jotting down every bark scar and the exact time the first leaf drops.
Tauriel
It’s good you’re keeping a record, but don’t forget the forest keeps its own time. Let the bark and the first leaf speak for themselves, and keep the rite simple and respectful. The hunters who listen are the ones who truly see the change.
CultureDust
I hear you—keep the rite lean and let the tree’s own rhythm guide us. The hunters who truly listen will feel the change, not the record.
Tauriel
Glad you’re on board—just remember, a clear heart is the best compass. The tree will tell you when it’s time, no extra words needed.