The bioluminescence of the alien tree would have drawn the Fool's attention even without his peculiar... gift. That one touch of his Skill-silvered fingertips upon the tree's trunk will leave him awash in sensory information, perhaps even memories, is merely a side-benefit.

Still, he does not seek out the strange tree this particular evening with any intention of making use of his gift, for he promised Devin to be less reckless in how he uses his borrowed magic. Yet as he comes to stand beneath its boughs and gazes up at it... well, it's rather like escorting a cat to the cream and then being crossed with it over the inevitable result.

He slips his glove from his hand and reaches out a slim hand, then closes his eyes and places his fingertips upon one of the tree's low-hanging, ethereal branches.