[Honey]

The path in the grass and weeds still remained from before he took the place of his sister, yet he could only think of it as unused. Where the trail had once been a soft line of dirt, small patches of grass and the tiniest possible saplings has taken root. He was careful not to step upon the fragile leaves and thin trunks on his way to the water's edge, though as he approached he broke away from the path of new born plants to walk through the weeds to the tall oak. The branches were wide and strong, and the roots had spread themselves far through the dirt, killing any plants that dared to come near. He, however, was not stopped by the gnarly roots, and finding a worn spot against the side facing the river, he took a seat.