''Morning now.'' Nyct announced gently, your inability to feel any passage of time inside this lonely forge of soul meant you could only trust her word. You spent your night using your father's booklet as a notebook and barely felt the passage of hours. Your host dispelling your accumulated fatigue with a handy miracle is the only explanation for why you haven't passed out yet. ''You should think about leaving soon, your father will get nervous otherwise, yes?'' Of course, you've told her about your father; he made it obvious yesterday that he'll likely carve a hole in the tree if he can't find you quickly.

''One moment, one moment...'' You mutter as you reread your written warnings about Usha diet.

''Would you allow me a little something, dear Rey?'' Fetching a small silver ring out of her pocket, Nyct gently interrupted your writing to let it rest on your palm and closed your hand around it. You felt a... presence, a foreign prodding similar to moments when your mother inspected your psyche. ''Give me permission to attune your soul with this ring, and you'll understand how these pathways function.''

''Of course.'' That had been one of your many burning questions.
Nyct cupped your closed hand with hers while lowering her head. The sheer weight of her presence in your soul was almost choking you out, forcing you to take long, deliberate breaths to keep yourself from keeling over from a new pressure on your chest and spine, the insides of your skin felt uncomfortable. There is no need to be an expert in souls to know a demi-goddess sheer presence alone was enough to be hazardous to your health.

''Ah.'' You didn't need to slip the ring on to know. Like the melody you've adopted; knowledge formed inside your head.
Cardinal directions were useless here. Inside the leylines, distances are suggested; the chamber itself somehow moves toward the tunnel carved by the hands of Mother Earth whenever you need to. Slipping the ring on your finger will allow you to open the roots of the Tree for these pathways.

One leads into the Elven forest, overseen by the daughters of Mother Earth and a big tribe of free monsters. Another leads deeper into the Wildlands, overseen by an inhospitable Supreme Monster (a general title given to dangerously powerful monsters). Last (discounting your present entrance) is a newly born sprout in the general area of your house.

The woodlands around there did feel a tad unusual. The demi-goddess let go of your hand to walk in the center of the room.

''I don't think your father will come knocking this early, your writing hand is still good?'' The colors of Nyct's hair had shifted into a more pleasant luster of gold as she gently cradled the sleeping blue girl and lifted her out of the basin.

''I don't suppose this ''uneasy reality'' we've got going on with being so close to the leyline would allow me to imprint words in that notebook?'' A lady-elf can dream.