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The little spirit nodded. The clouds were the fluffy soft things! The white moving ones! He liked clouds! Clouds were very pretty. He liked everything so far though!

They curiously watched the flame move, eyes wide in awe. It was all just so cool! When questioned again, they looked up to Quinton a little helpless. How were they supposed to answer if they couldn’t formulate their words?
“Want to know about.”, they said and gestures to everything around them as best as they could. They wanted to know about everything! To be told what things were! Everything!

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“Up there?”, they curiously looked up, to the sky. “Oooh!”. They stood on their tippy toes, reaching up. Giggling, they looked to Quinton again.
“Up up!”, they smiled brightly. That was very high up! And they knew someone from so high up! And he could do such cool tricks too! They were amazed already.

“Quinton from up there! Me from tree!”, they giggled happily, hopping up and down slightly where they stood.

“Way up there in the clouds.” He said with a nod, watching the innocence as he tried to reach.. If he wasn’t tied to the tree he would’ve gladly offered to show him further, but for now, he seemed to be enthusing the little one plenty enough as it were.

He chuckled, nodding and encouraging the sweet little statements. The flame in his hand still flickering about, almost trying to hop like the child.

“I could show you other things too, if you’re curious, are there things you want to know about?” He wasn’t a teacher by any means, but he had enough knowledge and time that he very well could be, and he couldn’t help wanting to help the younger.

“Clouds! Clouds up!”, they giggled. Clouds! Were clouds the white stuff or the blue stuff? They couldn’t ask, not having enough words for it, but they were happy to know one of the two were clouds!

“Know about! Want to know about Quinton! Clouds! Tree! Up!”, they giggled and twirled around, arms spread out. They wanted to know about everything! And they wanted to know all of the words!

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“Up there?”, they curiously looked up, to the sky. “Oooh!”. They stood on their tippy toes, reaching up. Giggling, they looked to Quinton again.
“Up up!”, they smiled brightly. That was very high up! And they knew someone from so high up! And he could do such cool tricks too! They were amazed already.

“Quinton from up there! Me from tree!”, they giggled happily, hopping up and down slightly where they stood.

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They squeaked when their hair was ruffled, but they smiled brightly at the action. That felt nice! It must be a nice gesture! They really enjoyed it, and they were happy that Quinton had done it.

“See something?”, they asked, curiously looking at Quinton. They wanted to see many things! They liked new things! They were very excited to see something.!

Q was glad the reaction was accepted. The texture not all that unplessent despite not being silky smooth. Letting his hand fall when appropriate to remove it.

“Something speical.” He said with a nod. He debated for a moment about which thing to show, and after a moment he held his hand out towards the younger. Pointing to it with his other hand. “Watch.”

With a gentle snap of his fingers, a soft blue flame appeared in the centre of his hand, small and whispy, dancing as all flames did. “You can touch it if you’d like, it won’t hurt.”

They curiously watched, looking at Quinton’s hands. They made a surprised sound when a flame appeared in his hands, and they hopped up and down excitedly. That was really impressive!

Curiously they reached out to touch the blue flame, giggling. It was so nice!
“You’re not tree. You’re?”, he looked curiously up to Quinton then, wondering what he was. He wasn’t a tree spirit like him! So what was he?

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They squeaked when their hair was ruffled, but they smiled brightly at the action. That felt nice! It must be a nice gesture! They really enjoyed it, and they were happy that Quinton had done it.

“See something?”, they asked, curiously looking at Quinton. They wanted to see many things! They liked new things! They were very excited to see something.!

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“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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“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!

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Their smile brightened and they happily touched Q’s hair, making a soft sound as they felt the soft texture from it. It was new and interesting, and felt a lot different from their own hair -which they curiously touched with their other hair. The spirit’s hair was rough and almost wiry, though full and thick. The colour not much unlike rich soil.

“People? Me and you!”, they let go of Q’s hair, shaking their head lightly. There were only the two of them here, and no one else around! At least, they hadn’t seen anyone anywhere nearby.

“Name?”, they repeated, curious. They had no clue what a name was, but they wondered! They were very curious.

Q swallowed a small chuckle at the curious sounds, watching them compare his hair with their own, he’d thought it soft from a distance, but now he could see- watching the others fingers pass through it that it wasn’t as it had appeared to be.

“Just us.” He nodded, Well that was just fine. He didn’t think the peace in this area needed disturbing by any others really, though, still slightly worried for the young one’s safety.

“Yes, name… A name is what you call yourself- It’s who you are.” He tried to explain, though he had plenty of patience. Pointing to himself gently he gave an example. “My name is Quinton.” He didn’t expect too much, if the little one didn’t know many words he may not know of a name- but some creatures simply knew it, even without parents. Whether this one did he wasn’t too sure. He’d come across plenty of creatures, some very similar, but he had yet to pinpoint exactly what they were. All he did know was their aura was heavily bound to the tree. Watching the wisps of colour ebb from the younger to the trunk of wood.

“Who me are?”, they tilted their head, using the words Q had said already to form their sentences. They learned quickly, understanding easily. With a smile, they pointed to the tree, and then themselves.
“Me!”, he exclaimed happily. He hopped right into the tree, fazing into it like the spirit he was, just to drop from the branches upside down, hanging from them with a bright grin. Some leafs and twigs stuck in their short but messy hair.

“Quinton! Quinton not me?”, they asked then, curious. Quinton kind of looked like them, but also not! Underneath the dark brown cloak the spirit had, was just a simple shirt. His skin darkened from the sun, no bellybutton visible from his fallen down shirt.

“Ah.”, their cloak hung in front of their eyes. They giggled, swinging back and forth slightly.

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Their smile brightened and they happily touched Q’s hair, making a soft sound as they felt the soft texture from it. It was new and interesting, and felt a lot different from their own hair -which they curiously touched with their other hair. The spirit’s hair was rough and almost wiry, though full and thick. The colour not much unlike rich soil.

“People? Me and you!”, they let go of Q’s hair, shaking their head lightly. There were only the two of them here, and no one else around! At least, they hadn’t seen anyone anywhere nearby.

“Name?”, they repeated, curious. They had no clue what a name was, but they wondered! They were very curious.

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“Lovely!”, they copied, and giggled happily. From their messy hair, barely the beginning of two branches grew on their head, peeking through the wild tangled hair. They were easily overlooked with how small they still were.

Their big eyes looked curiously up at the other being, curious about their nature. So unlike anything and everything he had ever seen before, though he hadn’t seen anything before. Only a few hours ago did they open their eyes for the first time, seeing everything in this world.

Their laughter was utterly adorable, and if he knew the little one better he may of ruffled that mess of hair, though his eyes had drawn to the oddities hidden within, he didn’t question them. Whatever they were, he was sure they were still harmless.

Politely Q decided to crouch, he wasn’t extremely tall but human standards, but he wasn’t exactly short. So being friendly he came down to the others level, blowing stray blue strands from his silver eyes. “You don’t speak much yet hm?” It was hard to tell, based upon being mimicked twice the young thing either spoke another tongue or was in fact young enough to not know many words. Still, it didn’t hurt to attempt to get to know the other, they seemed friendly, and he was always happy for new companionship.

“Are you all alone here?”

The little spirit curiously looked at Q’s hair, blue not much unlike the sky, or the water. He reached out to it, wanting to touch it, wanting to feel the sky, the water of the lake, twinkling like the silver of Q’s eyes.

“Alone?”, they tilted their head. They looked to their tree, and then the lake, and then back at Q. They were alone, but they weren’t lonely! They had everything around them with them, talking with them, and they understood easily. They wondered if Q couldn’t.