Amberelle knew deep down that the likelihood that Kay would have any Insight on their location would be near impossible at best, but hearing her confirm still gave a feeling of disappointment. Amberelle looked straight ahead towards the center of the lake, only look back up when the water next to her started to be disturbed. She looked over to see that De’Kae was standing up, looking much better and more recovered.
Amberelle watched as De’Kae walked over to one of the trees. Amberelle remained sitting in the water, turning her head and body to keep eyes on her as she moved. The trees didn’t look like a traditional tree, but that was the best way to describe them concisely. Each root looked like a tangle of bark covered vines that bore into the rock within the shallow waters of the shore. These roots wound around each other tightly as they culminated together to form the trunk just barely over the top of the water. Very crookedly, the tree winded upward before splitting again into bushels of thick medium sized oval leaves, smooth to the touch as though covered in wax. Hanging from these bushels were the pink pear-shaped fruits. The trees were about seven or eight feet tall at most, with the fruit hanging down at eye level.
When De’kae held one of the fruits within her hand, she could feel the soft flesh, with a similar waxy texture as the leaves. Being that close, the sweet smell easily permeated De’Kae’s nostrils barely covering the other smells that filled the chamber. The life-weld pulse shook the tree slightly as energy traversed the length of the fruit to the branches, trunk, and then roots hidden below the rocky surface. Like the trees from her home, this plant became attuned to her and willingly gave her its history. The fruit that the tree bore was harmless, thought the pit held a variety of minor poisonous chemicals, the flesh was safe. The tree had lived in this lake for an unfathomable amount of time, comparable to that of the Mother Tree if not longer. Yet even with that age, the fruits were recently grown.
While the being that planted the trees remained hidden from De’kae, she learned that the tree was not native to the chamber, and neither was the lake where it gained its nutrients. The roots of the tree reached deeply, and most of them interlocked with the roots of the other trees and surrounded the lack below the rocky surface along the shoreline.
Still sitting in the water, but now turning her torso to better face, De'kae, Amberelle called out. "were you able to learn anything?"
Amberelle watched as De’Kae walked over to one of the trees. Amberelle remained sitting in the water, turning her head and body to keep eyes on her as she moved. The trees didn’t look like a traditional tree, but that was the best way to describe them concisely. Each root looked like a tangle of bark covered vines that bore into the rock within the shallow waters of the shore. These roots wound around each other tightly as they culminated together to form the trunk just barely over the top of the water. Very crookedly, the tree winded upward before splitting again into bushels of thick medium sized oval leaves, smooth to the touch as though covered in wax. Hanging from these bushels were the pink pear-shaped fruits. The trees were about seven or eight feet tall at most, with the fruit hanging down at eye level.
When De’kae held one of the fruits within her hand, she could feel the soft flesh, with a similar waxy texture as the leaves. Being that close, the sweet smell easily permeated De’Kae’s nostrils barely covering the other smells that filled the chamber. The life-weld pulse shook the tree slightly as energy traversed the length of the fruit to the branches, trunk, and then roots hidden below the rocky surface. Like the trees from her home, this plant became attuned to her and willingly gave her its history. The fruit that the tree bore was harmless, thought the pit held a variety of minor poisonous chemicals, the flesh was safe. The tree had lived in this lake for an unfathomable amount of time, comparable to that of the Mother Tree if not longer. Yet even with that age, the fruits were recently grown.
While the being that planted the trees remained hidden from De’kae, she learned that the tree was not native to the chamber, and neither was the lake where it gained its nutrients. The roots of the tree reached deeply, and most of them interlocked with the roots of the other trees and surrounded the lack below the rocky surface along the shoreline.
Still sitting in the water, but now turning her torso to better face, De'kae, Amberelle called out. "were you able to learn anything?"