The Heartwood just when you got it all, you always wanna get some more

Tail didn't realize how threatening she appeared, for all she was really trying to do was defend herself from a ghostly attack. But as the other spoke, making no move to assault her, the yearling allowed herself to relax— if only slightly. She didn't understand half of his explanation, not really, because fire was something that only happened in stories. And truly, how could anyone understand such a phenomena without having seen it in action?

But the destruction around her was chilling enough. "That's horrible," she told him firmly, voice considerably more stable than it had been only moments before. Then, a little more fearfully, "It just happens? Like, one minute there's a forest, then boom— it's gone, because a fire came out of nowhere?" Talk about terrifying. But Tail had another reason for asking; she had a fairly rational hold on reality, and she was suspect of anything that seemed too fanciful. Despite having much more to learn about life and the world around her, one of the few things Tail was certain of was that every effect had some sort of cause.