Wooden Mountains

Aspen Wreckage

Today the young traveler decided to take a more northern root in hopes of escaping the suffocating grip of the heat that clenched the southern lands in a deadly hold. Raven hues danced in the wind as Aspen moved across the land, heading to no particular destination until she saw them. Trees of gargantuan proportions sticking up out of the ground like mountains, even at a fair distance, Aspen knew this would be a trip she would not soon forget. As she approached, the trees only grew taller, wider, looking more like mountains than the mountains did until finally she stood on the outskirts of the forest, neck craned upward to search to the top of the tree. She couldn't even see it. Her jaw was slightly ajar, stuck in amazement as she let the scene before her sink in. These trees were huge! Sure, she had seen some decently sized pines and oaks in her days, but this was something else entirely. Even more astounding yet, was her knowledge of tree age in correspondence to height. Some of the elders would tell her how the trees of their youth stood taller than all the others in the forest now, because they were as old as the elders. But those trees? Those trees didn't stand a chance against these, which meant they were older than the elders, and just judging by the shear size of them, she was guessing a lot older.