'Basil the Beloved son of Yamr of House Kiseson, Bringer of Peace, Keeper of the Fire of Vamon'.
'You humans and your self grandeur and long names entertain me to no end'.
A silver-haired young Terran man dressed in a long white robe stands in front of a large white tree with colorful blobs wriggling on its branches like leaves.
The tree is nearly twenty-two feet in height, forcing the young six-foot man to crane his head.
'Thank you for everything Grisel'! Basil says ignoring the tree's taunts.
'Remember our bargain, feed my seed well Basil'.
Basil spreads his mouth into a perfect smile, if a stranger were to meet him they wouldn't help but to smile back.
'Of course, watering and feeding on schedule' he replies.
'Good boy, let me take you home'.
'Thank you again' the young man says waving his hand in the sky.
With a flash of white light, he is gone.
