The scene starts at a small clearing near the edge of the forest. A cozy little cabin can be seen lodged between the brown trunks of the snow-covered trees. With a few grey clouds of fluffy smoke occasionally erupting from the chimney of the desolate hunting cabin, foggy windows littered with the scribbles of a happy child giving some semblance of insight to the easygoing atmosphere inside the secluded cottage.
"Annie, stop drawing smiley faces against the window and go wash your hands before dinner, young lady." The grinning lumberjack of the story orders the red-haired girl in the cottage with a tiny pleasant smile, only for Annie to instantly pout at him, tiny fingers still smearing moisture against the wet glass.
"Buuut, daaaad! I don't want to eat more vegetable soup!" The young emerald-eyed witch childishly complains as she huffs towards Sion's general direction exaggeratedly. "I know that hurting animals is wrong, but I don't want to be a vegetarian like you and mommy."
"You don't have to eat if you aren't hungry." A female voice suddenly replies from the kitchen as Morgana suddenly comes into view. A giant, shiny, silver-colored cooking pot clasped tightly in the Fallen Angel's gloved hands, a delicious aroma already wafting in the warm room emanating from the plain argent container.
"I will eat it, I will eat it!" The young redheaded child instantly whines as it all but jumps towards the kitchen following her mother's departing footsteps. And Sion cackles good-naturedly before abandoning today's newspaper in order to join the two women in the next room and enjoy his dinner.
Morgana merely spares Sion an absentminded glare when the giant lumberjack enters the kitchen and sits on a rickety wooden stool. Terribly preoccupied with both serving Annie and keeping the family's dog, Nasus from jumping on top of the table and breaking the plates at the same time, the Fallen Angel can only afford to nod towards the faintly crackling fireplace instead of addressing her husband directly.
"Please, toss some logs at the fire, dear. You know how much I dislike being cold and sickly." Morgana grumbles whilst serving herself this time and Sion simply grunts in acknowledgement as the giant lumberjack rises from his seat. The bear of a man offers poor Annie a quick apologetic smile as he powerlessly watches his loving wife practically drag poor Nasus away from the child's stubborn grasp. The little brown dog's mouth already smeared with a good portion of the redhead's dinner.
Morgana's lecture thankfully enough somewhat fades from Sion's ringing ears as the enormous lumberjack approaches the dark storeroom and unlocks the old heavy door. With no light capable of entering the cold quiet room due to its lack of windows, the burly man has to reach blindly in the dark in order to retrieve a few dry logs from the jumbled pile of cut wood.
"Mooom! Why can't Nasus eat with us? He can behave! Don't you, boy?" Annie's whiney voice unexpectedly rises as Sion contently smirks to himself and exits the dark room with only two big, carefree strides. The enormous lumberjack minutely pauses in order to wipe the fresh red stains on his palms against his scarlet checked shirt, barely sparing the dead Treant inside the quiet storeroom a fleeting glance, before locking the door behind him.
Sion then casually walks towards the lively kitchen, Maokai's unseeing stare successfully obscured by the barrier of wet coppery wood and life-smeared iron. The smiling giant throws a new log in the hearth and takes his seat at the table between Morgana and Annie. Nasus pitifully rubbing his head against the lumberjack's faded jeans while begging for treats under the table.
Notes: Ivern you are next (not really), but I am pretty sure the happy Treant would shat Logs if he knew how Morgana got her Wood from Sion every night, or how many trees have Fallen victims to the mad lumberjack, for that matter. It is almost sad, the thought of all those poor trees meeting their untimely ends Splinters my very heart. So much Saw-dness, so much Des-shear. It is just Plain wrong. So, please don't make fun of this story, ok? Thanks a branch, guys.