Jim was enchanted by the sight. On the dwelling in front of them were countless shapes and drawings. Flowers, trees, dragons, and forest birds of many colors adorned every inch of the structure. It was so colorful.
“You called these roots,” Jim ran his hands over the textured walls, “but, they’re huge. Is it a tree made entirely of roots?” Eratal shook his head, “No. The dwelling before you is only eighty years of age. The trunk of the Aratal tree does not spring from the roots until at least one hundred years.”
Alia whistled, “So, you never get to see your own home become a tree? That seems like a rip off ending to life.” Jim glared at her but she either didn’t see it or was ignoring him. Their spat earlier had only pushed her away. Any hope of revisiting the kiss was evaporating away quickly.
Emat laughed again, “Eighty years you say? That’s hardly the start of a healthy life. Some of my people live over a thousand years.” Jim stopped his glare and turned to Emat, “A thousand what? You can’t be serious.”
The colours and scenery is truly amazing!
absolutely amazing work!