Mr. Tree

After a nap, a couple more rounds, and a soak in the bath, Anya and I finally started our project. I practically had to drag her out of the bed after we were done.

I am sure that if I had let her have her way, Anya would have kept me in that swing for the rest of the day and possibly the next. Not that it was terrible, but I was itching to do something, and I wanted to see how Anya's powers worked.

"So, where are we supposed to put this crystal?" I asked, and Anya shrugged.

Anya looked around the room, but then looked back at me, pinching her chin with her thumb and the side of her index finger .

"Doesn't really matter. I just need to have access to it. As long as I can touch it, I can transfer memories into it, sort them, and put them all together. Once that is done, I can place them in crystals, but to use them isn't quite how you wanted," Anya explained, and I nodded.