The God of Life moved especially fast in the forest, wriggling as it went, its steps not seeming very large, but with every step it took, the plants beneath its feet seemed to propel it forward, gliding almost, arriving before Ange in no time.
Little Sapling enthusiastically waved its True Leaf: "Whoosh—grow—Whoosh—grow—"
The God of Life's smile blossomed, and its head helpfully produced a green leaf.
Excited, Negris flew over and plucked the green leaf.
It hadn't appreciated the true value before, but now it realized that even a single leaf falling from the God of Life was a treasure.
The God of Life wasn't particularly concerned, and as it amused Little Sapling, it asked, "Looking for me?"
Ange nodded and said, "Tree hollow, transfer."
The God of Life was taken aback, clearly not understanding Ange's words.
Negris didn't understand either: "What tree hollow?"
