Don't punch the tree! Sina steps onto its branchy hand with stars in her eyes, accepting its assistance and perching where it places her. "Serannas," she says, breathless with excitement, looking down at the others with glee mixed with trepidation. She gives a squeak when the tree lurches forward, and has to take several moments to catch her bearings before she attempts conversation once again.
"When you say the only source of the Minstrel Leaf is you," she says pleasantly, "does this mean only you know where it is, or that it's a part of you?" There's a tinge of worry in the second option-- to damage something so sacred, even with its permission, is unthinkable to her.
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Sina steps onto its branchy hand with stars in her eyes, accepting its assistance and perching where it places her. "Serannas," she says, breathless with excitement, looking down at the others with glee mixed with trepidation. She gives a squeak when the tree lurches forward, and has to take several moments to catch her bearings before she attempts conversation once again.
"When you say the only source of the Minstrel Leaf is you," she says pleasantly, "does this mean only you know where it is, or that it's a part of you?" There's a tinge of worry in the second option-- to damage something so sacred, even with its permission, is unthinkable to her.