The seeds were scattered beneath the sacred plant as he approached. He knelt, touched his forehead in reverence, and removed the soft cloth from around his waist. "This is no desecration, no crass commercial act," he murmured quietly as he scooped up the seeds. He hoped that the sacred plant would read his intentions--he was projecting his sincerity and desire to help with all his strength. "This is merely the first step to preserving your great legacy. The winters warm, and the summers burn. The water goes, and the human tenders abandon their posts because it quickly becomes intolerable. Your smaller offspring are already dying, beyond hope, beyond even spreading their seeds to provide--"
Re: Tree story
The seeds were scattered beneath the sacred plant as he approached. He knelt, touched his forehead in reverence, and removed the soft cloth from around his waist. "This is no desecration, no crass commercial act," he murmured quietly as he scooped up the seeds. He hoped that the sacred plant would read his intentions--he was projecting his sincerity and desire to help with all his strength. "This is merely the first step to preserving your great legacy. The winters warm, and the summers burn. The water goes, and the human tenders abandon their posts because it quickly becomes intolerable. Your smaller offspring are already dying, beyond hope, beyond even spreading their seeds to provide--"