Supervisor stared at the Tree.
There was something about it that attracted her. Not a nascent Law, or even a surprising combination of two different forces. There was something else behind them, the nature of which she couldn't identify.
It seemed both alien and vaguely familiar. The longer Supervisor stared at the Tree, the stronger became the inexplicable desire to get closer and understand what exactly originated in its core.
The Tree itself felt her interest differently.
The white eyes without pupils seemed to it to be all-seeing. Their intense, oppressive gaze seemed to penetrate the bark, touch the roots and explore the hidden power inside.
Startled, the Tree reached out to Arabel. Its branches wrapped around her like the arms of a child seeking protection from its mother, the one who planted it, nurtured it with her energy, and helped it take root for the first time.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you're here, no one will hurt you."
