Bai Lian stood beside him, her vine-thread robe swaying in the gentle breeze, her golden-green eyes—once a plain dark brown—wide as she tilted her head, catching the Tree's silent whispers through a faint rustle of leaves. Her pointed ears twitched slightly as she listened to the World Tree's words.
After a moment, she turned to Kain, her voice soft and a bit hesitant, like she was still figuring out how to translate and speak on behalf of the World Tree in an accurate and respectful manner. "Um, the Mother Tree says this root is a piece of the original World Tree from Earth. You know, the one that was there before it died off somehow. It got left behind, all dried up and forgotten."
