Chrysalis

Chapter 757

[Hmmmmmmmmm] the big tree blinks at me slowly a few times, as if surprised that I still exist rather than focusing on the question that I asked it.

I wait patiently whilst he inspects me but my patience is quickly running by the time he finally gets around to talking again.

[You look different,] he observes.

[Obviously, I've evolved!] I explode at him. [Can you explain to me why your plant-based parent is sprouting willy-nilly and soaking up gross mana around the place?! Do I have to ask every question three times or something?!]

He blinks.

[No.] He says finally.

I take a breath.

[So why aren't you answering my question then?] I grate out.

He looks at me with an almost palpable sense of pity.

[Because mother finds it amusing and so won't let me answer.]

The leaves and flowers that sprout from every surface around us seem to wriggle with amused joy and I slump where I stand.

[This might not be diplomatic of me, Mr Grove Keeper, but your mother is a massive pain in the thorax. Is she always like this?]

The tree nods in understanding.

ask that you be

and the Grove Keeper

say no more, but I think I might be

the giant

need to explain a little about mother, which may be why she is reluctant that I share, but I do not see the harm in a little truth. It is an extension of

I can get behind

smiles wide, the bark

to mana, her roots can sniff out changes from

does your mother have roots through? And that massive thing I ran into was a tertiary? So it branched from a secondary that branched from the primary? How big is

The Grove Keeper chuckles.

less than you think. Our Mother is not a normal tree, but rather a monstrous tree,

an accusatory fashion and the Grove Keeper once again holds up

branch,] he says to both

can tell they aren't

what is it about this particular brand of mana, I don't even know what kind it is, that your mother

do not speak overmuch. Suffice to say, Mother is an expert when it comes to containing and eradicating this particular

branches around

finds it delicious,] the

I raise an antenna.

[Delicious?]

[Yes,] he nods.

Mother Tree doesn't need water to survive, right?

[This is true.]

the siege, if not more so. What I don't see is nearly as many Bruan'chii. There are a few here and there, tending to the plants, engaged in what appear to be lively conversations with each other, but I expected to see many more. [Where are all your people, Grove

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