“Quinton!”, they repeated again, giggling. They pulled themselves up before letting themselves fall from the branches and back onto his bare feet. Big amber eyes looking curiously at the other.
“You alone? You not with tree. Me are tree!”, they exclaimed happily. They had a lot of fun learning to talk, and using these new words to communicate with Quinton. It was really fun!
“Yes.” He agreed again, it seemed he couldn’t not be smiling with the bubbly energy the young tree being emitted. Watching them land and grinning all the while.
He nodded softly along to their words. “I’m alone, I don’t have a tree.” But, he wasn’t entirely, at least, he never felt alone. Though he wasn’t about to confuse the child with things about his mutation of a soul. “You are the tree?” He prompted, it wasn’t entirely a question, he was just making sure he’d gotten it right. Plenty of creatures had ties to nature, but this was certainly one he was intrigued by.
“Can you go far from your tree?” He asked curiously. Wondering how deeply the bond went, and if the little one had enjoyed the wonders of the lake yet.
The little spirit shook their head. They went two steps away from their tree, and taking a third one they seemed to vanish. Just to step out of their tree again, shrugging.
“Not far from tree.”, they said, patting the trunk of their little tree. They were tied closely to their tree, but they were content with just being able to be outside of their tree at all. Being in the tree was like sleeping -not that they knew what that was.
“Quinton not alone! Have me!”, he said then, smiling brightly. Though he was pretty sure that Quinton would leave again, right now he wasn’t.
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