THE TREES:

This felt more like errantry than the last two months had combined... though that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Finding out that the cracks were part of the investigation made it somewhat obvious which facet Nita should join.

Kneeling in the dirt, Nita stopped just short of touching one of the roots. Sure, she was wearing gloves, but it still didn't seem wise.

/What brings you this far out, Cousins?/ Nita muttered, wondering.

Save the Trees?

Nita felt horrible just watching - but, not entirely consciously, she was walking closer to Al'Amar, the vine, and the tree.

Someone might want to stop her.

THE CHASMS

And if the trees had been weird, this whole thing with the cave systems was distressing. If the turtles were analogous to tectonic plates...!

"I know this may sound hasty," Nita spoke up, after swallowing nervously,
"But what if someone's forcing it? Can their separation be forced, at all?"