Noah kept his palm on the bark, and the region around him began to pulse with color, slow waves of blue and gold and obsidian rolling out across the sea and the sky and then coming back to him.
He could feel every part of the region now, the water, the depths, the blue sky, and the Fallow mixed into all of it, and he could feel that all of it was connected to the Tree under his hand and through the Tree to him. Because his dream of a farm was the first thing in his mind, the region seemed to feel that too, and it pulsed harder, because it had understood what he wanted and decided to give it to him.
BOOM!
