Staring at people was kinda boring. It was like watching grass grow, or rain fall, but less interesting. The person was making the issue even worse by not doing anything. They weren't even sending words out their mouth. It was boring.

So, I of course, decided to mess with the thing inside me again. See if I could get it to do something new. Maybe even talk. That way I could just ask the person if they were evil or not. Which begged, begged, begged the question of what I'd do once I knew if they were evil or not.

I didn't have a way of affecting anything outside of myself. I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe!

Which was normal because I was a tree, and thus didn't need to breathe. At least, not like the persons did. And I was fine with that. It seemed fun to me, an alternative that worked for us bark skins and the method that worked for the pink, pale, dark, brown, and all variety around, soft skins.

Truly we lived in a diverse world. One that I could mostly dream about. Specifically about the parts I knew. Like beautiful grass, other trees, and persons sitting around and carving strange runes into my bark. Something I did not hold against them. It didn't even hurt, it was much more like a weird tingly feeling.

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No, what did hurt was the lack of knowing I had about the person. Who was still sitting there doing Nothing! It was almost insulting at this point. Persons were supposed to move and do things. It was part of their role. Was this one trying to against that role and become a tree?

If they were, then that was stupid! That would be like me trying to be a squirrel. It just wouldn't work, for too many reasons. It would be far better if the person simply tried to excel at what they were good at.

Like, uh, laughing or something. Or wearing metal for no apparent reason. Maybe fighting wolves? They did that, right? I was sure that they did and would much prefer it if the person went and did some of that wolf fighting. That way if one of the big fangers hit the person and made the person bleed red (Dark red in specific) I'd know if they were bad.

After all, every tree knew that dark red blood was bad and lighter shades were mostly good. At least, as fat as I knew. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wasn't really sure if that was true.

Information to question later.

Anyway, I pushed on the thing inside of me, wanting a reaction, and guess what! I got one. One that I would've never expected. A ball of green energy shot out of me and struck another tree.

And now the person was staring at me. I may have made a mistake.