(2) [Radagast is on edge when he arrives at the Station, eyes wide. Wi-Fi? Coffee? It's barren and foreign, nothing like what he's ever seen before.
He had found the mushrooms on his way into the Station and a good many had been stashed in his robes, though he had deemed them safe perhaps there was something at work here. A strange magic, that's what it was. Strange magic and he didn't like it one bit..]
(3) The Great Greenwood
[This is better! Much better! The brown wizard's steps slowed as he passed underneath the trees with an almost reverent expression. The sounds of birds, the faint noises of creatures living their lives is as music to his ears.
The affection of the forest, the life, he can feel it all about him. Yes, this is where he belongs.]
Oh hello there, yes yes come, we shall get to know each other [He says kindly to a passing bird, lifting his brown hat to let it dart underneath to where a nest awaits. A new friend!
That doesn't mean he isn't paying attention, whirling around at the sound of footsteps, staff in hand.]
Radagast the Brown | Middle Earth/Tolkien
[Radagast is on edge when he arrives at the Station, eyes wide. Wi-Fi? Coffee? It's barren and foreign, nothing like what he's ever seen before.
He had found the mushrooms on his way into the Station and a good many had been stashed in his robes, though he had deemed them safe perhaps there was something at work here. A strange magic, that's what it was. Strange magic and he didn't like it one bit..]
(3) The Great Greenwood
[This is better! Much better! The brown wizard's steps slowed as he passed underneath the trees with an almost reverent expression. The sounds of birds, the faint noises of creatures living their lives is as music to his ears.
The affection of the forest, the life, he can feel it all about him. Yes, this is where he belongs.]
Oh hello there, yes yes come, we shall get to know each other [He says kindly to a passing bird, lifting his brown hat to let it dart underneath to where a nest awaits. A new friend!
That doesn't mean he isn't paying attention, whirling around at the sound of footsteps, staff in hand.]