"They're different," Ollie said as he studied the thick, wide trunks of the trees. When Ashlynn had mentioned them as trees that grew walls around themselves, his mind had conjured something that was a bit more literal than the lumpy, gnarled knees of the cypress trees, but when he thought about how they must help the tree to anchor itself against even the worst of storms and how thick the trunks of the trees themselves were, he realized that they truly were like giant sentinels, standing guard over the islands that dotted the flooded forest.
"Will they grow in the Vale of Mists? Can I plant them in the village?"
