Ayane nodded. "Who are you Ma'am?"
"I am the tree of Armana. You are a talented young Lady, you don't need a blessing from me," the spirit kissed Ayane's forehead and retracted behind. "You can travel around. I hid your life signature from your father. I am sure once you get a better look around, he will finally realize you aren't home."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I will remember your goodwill towards me as long as I live. May I ask you something I am curious about?"
"Go ahead, child."
Ayane hesitated. "One day something possessed me and I starting writing things I never thought I would write. It was like I was the master of my body anymore. It scared me but luckily, what took a hold of me left me. I want to know what truly happened, you seem knowledgeable."
