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thestuckylibraryTitle: Korpimaan kutsu
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Feanor_in_leather_pants, rohkeutta
Rating: T
Word Count: 9,905
Summary: The Wise Man teaches him sometimes if he catches Steve puttering around the woods: how to read the trees and the moss, when to listen to the birds and when it’s better to leave their advice untaken. He teaches Steve about the bears and why you’re never supposed to call them by their real name; tells him grittier and truer stories about the woodsfolk than the old ladies in the village.
“Bear no ill will for the woodsfolk,” the Wise Man tells him. “Washer hags will tell you to never drink from a forest-dweller’s cup, but if you’ve always treated Tapio’s court with respect, they will remember it.” He watches Steve with a critical eye; an old man with his long beard and ragged clothes, bird bones and animal teeth in his pockets. Then he pokes Steve’s chest with one bony finger. “You carry the woods with you, son,” he says. “Don’t fear them. Let them invite you in, when they’re ready.”
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Rating: T
Word Count: 9,905
Summary: The Wise Man teaches him sometimes if he catches Steve puttering around the woods: how to read the trees and the moss, when to listen to the birds and when it’s better to leave their advice untaken. He teaches Steve about the bears and why you’re never supposed to call them by their real name; tells him grittier and truer stories about the woodsfolk than the old ladies in the village.
“Bear no ill will for the woodsfolk,” the Wise Man tells him. “Washer hags will tell you to never drink from a forest-dweller’s cup, but if you’ve always treated Tapio’s court with respect, they will remember it.” He watches Steve with a critical eye; an old man with his long beard and ragged clothes, bird bones and animal teeth in his pockets. Then he pokes Steve’s chest with one bony finger. “You carry the woods with you, son,” he says. “Don’t fear them. Let them invite you in, when they’re ready.”
