“You were a good thing also,” said Bramble. “Go now and do people things. Then come back and do people things. Build and hunt. Set snares, cut paths. Plant more trees.” “And you, my dear?” Tobias said after a moment. “You should choose yourself a tree, you know. Plant yourself. Else you’ll get peculiar.” “I am peculiar,” said Bramble. “I chose already.” “Tell me where to visit you, then,” said Tobias. “Everywhere,” she said simply. “Every tree. They’re all mine.”
