Dale stood in the courtyard, gazing at the towering ancient tree, her silver hair gently billowing in the wind.
The tree's branches were sturdy, its roots buried deep underground, appearing as if it had been growing on this land for hundreds of years.
But Dale knew this was her "Ailan Mama."
"Sister Lily, when will Ailan Mama wake up?"
The Little Sea Siren looked up, her purple-blue eyes filled with longing and anticipation.
She reached out her small hand, gently stroking the rough bark of the ancient tree, just as Ailan used to caress her head with vines.
Lilia squatted down, hugging the Little Sea Siren's shoulders, feeling a bit flustered.
Although she had been living in the workshop for some time, she actually knew very little about the transformation process of tree spirits.
Ron had only told her to take good care of Dale, and he would handle the rest. As a student, she wouldn't ask about the core secrets of others.
"Well..."
