I still feel cold, tired, and weak today, just less so.

Mest came to talk to me today, apparently after seeing what I had achieved he told everyone to leave me alone for the evening. He was amazed at what I had accomplished, apparently creating new life is almost entirely up to luck, most the time at least. He knows a surprising amount about the process, which makes sense because he studies dungeons, which are the only creatures other than origin able to reliably create new species, and even origin use a more brute force, trial and error method, but that's more their own perfectionism than anything else. He was amazed I managed to pull it off, to say the least.

The way someone goes about creating a new species is; create the body of the creature you want to create and channel mana into it until either it starts to rot or comes to life, repeat until you succeed, or more likely than not, give up in frustration. One running theme with every success is it takes something from the creator, something Mest referred to as the ‘Spark Of Life’, he believes it to be either the same as the soul or very similar. I used up twice what someone who had tried normally would have. Luckily it is something that recovers, slowly.

Mest asked about my health with a look in his eyes I only see when we discuss magic, taking notes all the while. After neither of us had more questions he ran off, saying he needed to think, while pulling out a magical item that I didn’t recognize. All in all, it took one unit of time for this discussion to happen.

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As for the Ents themselves, well, they were learning. Or to be more specific, Tiddol was trying to teach them, it wasn’t going well, with them being unable to understand language and all. When she saw me I was forced to take over, not that I complained or anything, I would have done it anyway. Naturally, I started thinking of the best way to teach these creatures, to teach my children. I thought about the connection I had with them, not in an abstract way but the very real mental connection I had that let me communicate with them, and all the other plants. I could communicate simple ideas with them, like raw emotion, or colors, so naturally, i decided to try to communicate more complex ideas, like how to use vocal cords, not something you can really explain with words, but as a sensation, it worked amazingly well.

I spent the rest of the day teaching them language, and with the benefit of instant comprehension and near instant communication I got pretty far. They were far from conversation level, but they could say enough simple phrases, and actually understand them, that they could almost pass off as being conversation level.

It was mentally draining, but nowhere near the level that actually making them was.

I also got a feel for their minds in the process. They are sharp, incredibly so, I’ve never touched a more intelligent mind among all the plants I’ve communicated with, I doubt I’m even that smart. And the mana flowing through their bodies was intense, almost blinding, it was beautiful in a way something I could see with my eyes couldn’t be.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.