I quickly saw myself diving deeper and deeper into the souther pine forests, the trees grew taller and wilder as i went on, the scent filled the air at the same rate as the grass grew tighter beneath my feet, and the trees closed in most spaces on the canopy, letting only the ocasional bright bean warm my face, dispite the shade the temperatures soared, however, definetely encroaching on the deserts, at one point, when the sun was high above me and nearly no shades were cast, rattling grass startled me, suddenly the lively air of the scented forests froze in silence, but i saw nothing except for the ocasional sparrow on the tree tops.
They came from behind the trees, how could i have not seen them?, i had been warned about them, their faces were covered by the most terrifying blank almost featureless masks, their robes and pelts tossed around them helped them melt into the forest floor and hide into the trees, even now, in front of me, blades drawn, they seemed as ghosts, maybe an instinct, maybe self preservation, i remember what i read before leaving, i fal to the floor and bow to them, no eye contact i adress them with complete honesty about my intentions and with great care in my words, one of them seemed to be twitchy about me, i crossed into their hunting grounds, from behind him a taller figure came, a heavily built man, draped in a red cloak and a pelt at his shoulders, he beat his walking stick into the ground, spoke to the others and then told me to leave. before i could however, he grabbed my shoulder and wished me a safe journey.
I don't understand how they are so missunderstood back home and offworld.
These were the friendliest savages.