Casual Tea With A Tree (5)

A man sat before a tree, a tree towered before a man. Sometimes they slept, sometimes they woke, sometimes they discussed topics, and sometimes they just sat quietly; a kettle constantly brewing tea filling the dark with its fragrance, in their middle. For how long they stayed, they did not know, and it did not matter. Like always, they slept, they woke, the discussed over tea.

Ed constantly picked up the hot kettle without care for the heat, until he paused on one such instance and stared at the kettle.

“Fire; it warms, it heats, it burns.” Ed said.

“Yes, such great topic, but you have no fire. You die.” the tree said.

“As you are as I am.” Ed said.

“Yes, as you are as I am. As you were as I was. We used to have fire.” he said and Ed raised a brow.

“We did?” he asked.

“For a short moment in our world, and when we came here to the mist, we did.” the tree said.

“The Mist, I know this word, but I do not know what it is.” Ed said.