Pharos, I'm sorry, it's hard to describe the storm well. But it's not like a rainstorm, more like....have you ever heard of a lightning storm? Where there's a lot of electricity in the air, but it doesn't rain. It's something like that, but I think it was magic, instead of electricity. I don't really know everything, and I'm sorry.
But the people that told me about it said it was uncommon. So maybe it will, maybe it won't.
[ A storm is- Well, it's a force of nature, devastating and necessary and beautiful all at the same time, and one of magic feels too big for him to comprehend on his own. ]
I used to live in this city... It's only been three or four years, and this is the only thing that I had left behind. Now, it's like I never existed in the first place. But that's okay. Let's go see your tree.
[Yukiko will head towards where she planted hers years ago, stopping in front of a fairly large one not unlike his. It's only a little older looking, if it's older at all.]
[ There's nothing off about the tree, judging from Yukiko's expression, so why is it only his...? The uncertainty gets packed away and pushed to the side as Pharos approaches the tree, standing on the roots at the base so that he can place a hand on the bark. It's warm with the sun. ]
Hello, tree. My name is Pharos. There's a pine tree over there... do you see it? I'm sure there are many people who come by and look after it, and make sure it's watered and trimmed... But it could use a friend... when I'm no longer here.
[Not...really knowing what to say about this, Yukiko remains silent, letting Pharos talk to her tree. It's sweet, in a way. Cryptic, weird, but she's not sure what he's getting at.]
[ Pharos talks for a little while longer, his voice lowered until it's barely a whisper, and then he finally parts from it, stepping back and joining Yukiko's side. ]
Plants grow big and strong when people talk to them! That's what Mom always said. Breath moves the leaves, and provides carbon. So I think... lots of people have come to talk to my tree, right? That's why it's so big.
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[Yukiko trails off, at a little bit of a loss.]
Pharos, I'm sorry, it's hard to describe the storm well. But it's not like a rainstorm, more like....have you ever heard of a lightning storm? Where there's a lot of electricity in the air, but it doesn't rain. It's something like that, but I think it was magic, instead of electricity. I don't really know everything, and I'm sorry.
But the people that told me about it said it was uncommon. So maybe it will, maybe it won't.
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[ A storm is- Well, it's a force of nature, devastating and necessary and beautiful all at the same time, and one of magic feels too big for him to comprehend on his own. ]
I used to live in this city... It's only been three or four years, and this is the only thing that I had left behind. Now, it's like I never existed in the first place. But that's okay. Let's go see your tree.
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[Yukiko will head towards where she planted hers years ago, stopping in front of a fairly large one not unlike his. It's only a little older looking, if it's older at all.]
Here. Still standing. Looking pretty healthy too.
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Hello, tree. My name is Pharos. There's a pine tree over there... do you see it? I'm sure there are many people who come by and look after it, and make sure it's watered and trimmed... But it could use a friend... when I'm no longer here.
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Plants grow big and strong when people talk to them! That's what Mom always said. Breath moves the leaves, and provides carbon. So I think... lots of people have come to talk to my tree, right? That's why it's so big.
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That must be it, Pharos. It must be a really popular tree.