Chapter 28: Tree-hound

"Oh! Look at you!" Sol said, getting his bearings. His voice was deep and rumbled with the timbre of a cello. His friends were so small, he hadn't even noticed them. Where had the bird gone? Oh well. At least he wasn't sleeping, he thought.

"Sol, you can move!" Felicity said with excitement. "You're not a tree, you're a treant!"

Yes, that seemed to make sense to him. He pushed closer to his human side and became more mobile in doing so. The more human he allowed his form to become, the more flexible the branches, and the more he could move and walk. But his leaves rustled in a crisp spring breeze, and his young spring shoots pulled in the air and sunshine greedily. The breeze was enough to get him high. That was when he remembered a sick tree.