[THE Ka]

"My dear Entwife, I understand your mistrust of him. However, I think he's quite different from other Easterlings. He seems peacful, quite the contrary for his kind. I say we give him a chance. Who knows, he could help us out of troubles which we might not be able to get out of ourselves. So what do you say my friend?"

Kafkalina relaxed a bit and decided to explain alittle of herself, and state her decision, now that time had been given to backtrack it in her mind, where she favoured to keep a couple of them in check at one time.

" Glirdingo, I do not ill favour any creature for where they come from, but after many years of having to fight with men, and trying to exchange thoughts with them, but only being answered with fire and closed minds, I have grown as my bark is thick, with mistrust. The reason why I came to the call of this adventure is for the reason of a final plight for my trees and forest, to hopfully sway men's thoughts from my woods to that of the mineral riches they desire so much. On this adventure, though I met others few, I did learn that I could sway my forest, but not the nature of others forever. Also, it is beings akin to young Galadster whom I can now see that I am not so far from. I too am a different branch of my kind, I never went to make gardens, or east for that matter, or was put into a lovely song. Sorry if I am hard to understand my friend, my years are too long for my words sometimes. I guess what I mean to say is, I've never walked the same earth for too long with other ents. As for my decision, I am not too hasty, nor do I wait as long as an oak to make a decision. I presume that is why my leaves fall still green... Anyways, before I fade into too many thoughts, I agree with your decision. It will not be easy to walk no longer solitary, but possibly meeting other ents is far more uneasy than any journey with you both shall be. Besides, it shall be pleasant to learn more of what has been happening with the other half of the world."

She ended her words with a bit of a relief and patted the top of her head to check a now old wound. It was still very much there, but small shoots had begun to grow in place, eventually, the mark would not show so much, or she hoped.