The Heartwood i had seen the submarine.

His response was not one that she had wanted to hear, and yet... It was said with so little humor and such blatant honesty that she could not help but chuckle gently at it. Harlyn bowed her head slightly, only to bring her gaze up to his face to study the skepticism written there. She canted her head slightly, stepping forward as she lifted her head and perked her ears, fully invested now in learning more about this man.

"You're right, they don't," Harlyn admitted patiently, "But it is not the heart of a tree I hear within them--it's the heart of the earth" She closed the distance between the two of them moderately, stopping only when she sensed he was on the verge of becoming uncomfortable with her nearness. "Trees are like the thick veins that sprout from the heart of a deer or any other creature. They pulsate with the echoes of life within the heart, but those throbs are not their own. They simply speak of the life within that they venerate."

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