Seed had been pondering this for months: do another scavenger hunt? Well, it was not so much if he should, but if he could; could he find enough places? Enough poems? Well, he felt he had, in the end. He had worked and pondered and, at last, he had found enough poems.
As before, he took a great strip of birchbark and a berry-ink on his antler-tips of his own design, and he wrote out a note in the language of the deer. He left it unsigned; anyone who didn't know that he wrote last time wouldn't know who wrote it.
He liked it better when people didn't know he wrote it.
And it said:
To All Dear Forest-Dwellers:
In the interest of letting poetry be as it was meant -- a surprise look at the world, a delight to reach and understand, and a part of the community -- I have gone forth once again and spread some of my poems throughout the forest, with each poem tied to its location. To each poem, I will release clues. Should you fail to find it, you may just find another clue to its location. I will release them gradually, so that I will be able to preserve them for my collection in case no one decides to hunt them out. Each wave of poetry will get, ideally, harder to find: you who can find the last poem will, without question, truly know the forest. You'll have truly gone and looked around, and been fully aware of this world. I applaude you, and applaude you all who love treasure hunts and pretty words.
I hope you find them as unexpected treasures.
The Treasure hunt has completed, and I hope to see you all for another one someday, and that you continue to explore the forest with wondering eyes.
Final Wave Records
Poem #7: Into the Sky :
Found by Pega's Scape after 5 clues
Wave Three Records
Poem #5: Light-Gap Found by Avilio's 
after 1 clue.
Poem #6: The Dragon Falls Found by IoRez's Yorres after 2 clues
Wave Two Records
Poem #3: The Color of Summer:
Found by Avilio's and Pega's Scape after 4 clues
Poem #4: Raindrops in Reverse :
Found by Honeyfur's Sage after 2 clues
Wave One Records
Poem #1: It Sees: Found by Aivilo's After 5 clues.
Poem #2: What Stays: Found by Pega's Scape after 2 clues and and one ninja'd guess
Happy Hunting
((Here's how this event works; I hope you and your characters all have fun, and that a lot of people participate!
#1: You post a screenshot of your deer in what you think is the intended location of any poem in the wave, and a small optional description of why/how they're looking (if you like, no pressure).
#2: Then, I reply back either with a small scene describing the position of the poem and the poem itself, or a small scene with the unveiling of another clue.
#3: Once a clue is released, everyone can use it, since you're going to see it anyway.
#4: When you guess correctly, I post the poem and maybe a small description of where/how it is, for all to see!
#5: If you'd like, you can respond to the last message with your deer, possibly leading to a little interaction between your deer and the poem's author, Seed (he's probably lurking around, waiting to see if anyone finds the poem). That's totally optional, and only if you can think of something to say.
#5: When all poems in a wave are found, the next wave begins.
#6: You do not have to find the poems in a wave in order; you can do any poem in a given wave.
#7: OOC Deer are fine.
#8: You can jump in at any time, you do not have to have participated at any point to participate at any other point.
I hope we have another good time.))
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The jist of it was... Don't worry about being good or not! This is all about the fun, and I come into this expecting people to get it wrong a lot, before they have enough clues to get it right. This is as much an opportunity to learn about odd little corners of the forest as it is anything else.
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@ Aivilo:
((I actually thought the purple flowers were hyacinths, since the description that mentions hyacinths is of the first forest, not the birch forest.))
Mixed in among the tall stalks with their blue ornaments were, as always, a few small stones. Unlike the usual, however, there was a small note carved into one of them.
Clue #3: These resemble nothing so much as the impossible: a cluster of golden suns.
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@ Kittyo8 (Oh, you're doing fine! That's a splendid guess!)
There was a hastily scratched-in note among the dandelions, careful to avoid the shallower roots. Did the poet go around scratching notes around every superfluous thing of flowers?
You bet.
Clue #4: Unlike these unguarded blooms, the spot I love so dear is guarded by a grove of trees.
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@ Anjali:
Ah, now this place was special... Seed would write a poem here, but it would be a private one. One that sank in, unnoticed, into the roots of the dandelion. For today, and so as not to disturb the spot, he left a clue on a curling piece of birch-bark.
Clue #5: From this spot, one may perhaps glimpse the divine.
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Lots-of-edits-later: I had
Indeed it was. Seed had
In the end, he had taken a brick from the bridge where he lived -- you could see a bit of algea, drying in the sun -- and had written the poem on it. What happened next would be anyone's guess.
Into the Sky
Spreading up into the sky,
the golden sun of the petals' edges
brushed warmly against our fur
As we settled in together.
The golden sun of the petal's edges
formed out into a bright pool
as we settled in-together.
they hid the floor; we hid nothing.
Formed out into a brighter pool,
the center of the universe was golden spring.
They hid the floor (we hid nothing)
and our hearts seemed as steady, rooted, as they were.
The center of the universe was golden spring;
Nothing stopped to think of summer.
Our hearts seemed steady, rooted as they were,
But I forgot the way the flowers wilt.
Nothing stopped to think of summer;
not the flowers, in their pollen-kissed love.
I forgot the way the flowers wilt;
Who'd have noticed, until the wind blew their bare heads?
Not the flowers, in their pollen-kissed love;
the petals gave way to dark butterflies,
but who'd have noticed, until the wind blew their bare heads?
You know, no one's to blame.
The petals gave way to dark butterflies,
white wings soft as a kiss.
You know, no one's to blame,
And there's no sorrow in the cycle of seeds.
White wings soft as a kiss
brush warmly against my fur.
There's no sorrow in the cycle of seeds
spreading up into the sky.
@ Aivilo:
((It's very odd. I think they intend to keep things in the forest from being too exact, except I gues dandelions. Go fig.))
Anyway, that's all he wrote, everybody! Thank you all for participating, I hope you had a good time. Any questions/comments/follow-up interactions/etc?
This was fun to do :3 Thanks
I hope you do more of these.