Person skills were not my Forte. But, I'd seen enough persons to roughly tell what came next. And just as predicted, the person tried talking to me. A silly idea seeing as I could not respond, or even tell what they were saying. They might as well as have been talking to a wall, for that was just as useful a prospect as I trying to talk to me.

Not that I was intentionally ignoring them, of course. I just literally couldn't respond or tell what they were saying. It put us in quite the spot. An awkward one where the only potential response was for me to shoot another green blast of energy. Which I wasn't gonna do.

The first one seemed to have hurt the tree across from me that I hit. A big deal as I've never heard of a tree hurt another tree. For several rather obvious reasons.

It went against everything we trees stood for. Which was mostly standing around and gobbling up nutrients. A fun, mostly mindless, yet involved activity for the whole family. This went directly against that.

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But, at least, the other tree wasn't dead. It'd be horrible if he was. Like seriously bad. I've never even seen one of my kin die before, plenty of non tree things, but never a tree. It seemed almost unrealistic. Something that my life, once so peaceful, seemed to be becoming. I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Or about the person still talking to me. Clearly they couldn't tell that I was tree and therefore incapable of speech.

Or maybe, just maybe, I could communicate.

Through will and effort, I moved a branch for the first time. And with it, I slapped the person. Not hard, in fact, I think they barely felt it. But that wasn't the point. The point was that I did it, and that I could possibly do it again.

Which again begged more questions. Like how did I move and other equally important questions I was bound to ignore and never find an answer to. That was, of course, for another day. Today, I smacked my first person.

And boy did the person not seem happy about it. They were kinda just staring at my branch now with a puzzled look about them. Then, after a moment, they grabbed said branch and tugged on it.

Which in the language of trees meant nothing. But in the tongue of children, was a declaration of war. So without much need for prompting, I slapped the person again.

They looked reasonably offended.