Isaac smiled at her reply, a slit acting as his mouth splitting apart. Isaac's muscular vine body rippled as he stretched, the journey had taken some time and the tree's aura resonating with his being, flowing through him unimpeded.
"Brilliant! Thank you Fytomorphia, I appreciate your help." Isaac does a short bow in appreciation and respect for her status as the guardian to this sanctuary. As he looked back to her beautiful face Isaac spotted a few sap-like tears but before he could voice his concerns she had already turned around and wiped it off.
"...T.. thank you young paladinian, I wouldn't have chosen this without your support as well." She turned back to him, her face clear of anything else but happiness. Isaac nodded, before turning his attention to the White-Heart tree.
"This White-Heart tree, how old is it?" Isaac waited for her approval before he went any nearer to the sacred tree. She took the cue and walked to the tree, Isaac not far behind. "This tree had already grown for over a decade now, its leaves and roots reaching far and wide, spreading its aura around us like a cage."
Isaac looked to the ceiling, and noticed something. He looked to the dryad to ask, but she beat him to it. "Before you ask, it requires no sunlight, instead it requires darkness."
Fytomorphia laughs a bit at his stunned stupor, continuing on. She reached the base of the tree, caressing it.
"I still require a connection with the tree wherever I go, and I think I know how." She reached down the base of the tree, fondling what oddly seems to be a bulge. Her touch seems sensual, but it might be his imagination.
Slowly, what seems to be something circular and white emerges from the tree's bark, before popping out into her awaiting hands accompanied by sap.
She walks over to Isaac and this time he could feel the energy radiating from the object.
"This," She offered it to him, putting it closer to where his heart was. "is the sapling of the White-Heart tree."
Isaac inspected it, seeing it's shape and firm texture. It seems bigger than what the dryad had previously described, but maybe this seed had developed within the tree, judging by the small leaf on the top of the seed.
"What do I do with it?" Isaac was unsure, because this might be something dangerous. He had just met her after all.
"You absorb it." She smiles.
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"Here I'll help." She pushes the sapling onto his bramble vine body, close to where his heart is. And immediately his body reacted.
His chest bursts open, thorny brambles unraveling and wrapping around her body, thorns scratching her form, marring her.
His heart felt like it was exploding, which it was by looking at his heart that was made entirely of roots and vines had opened and gingerly claimed the sapling, wrapping around it and securing it inside
Right after, his body calmed down, a feeling of serenity overflowing his body and mind. The brambles retreated from its perceived attacker.
"W... what did you do to me?"