FUTURE OF FORESTRY // wt

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Stories were a familiar thing to Orpheus. Sometimes his birth parents would tell all sorts of tales, mostly about what the world was like and why he should behave. Then Brigand told some too, though his were better. Maybe it wasn't a great idea to teach a child to read and then jump in with Shakespeare and Dickens and Brontë, but it was those stories that started to shape his interest in telling them and creating them. He'd learned all sorts of voices from his dad and all kinds of expressions from the world; he's a pretty decent storyteller, really. But he had never tried to tell something with no words. So when Kris whistles him over, settled on a box with dolls, he can't help his curiosity. Head tilted and eyes warm, he's too impatient to wait for whatever explanation would come with watching the show. "What are you up to, Rice Krispie?"