Uriel had come to the same conclusion as Velnier. The only method either of them knew to make trees grow so fast was by watering them with Vortian blood. In other words, there was likely a Vortian buried somewhere here in this forest. Ryan knelt down in front of his mother's grave and Uri's eyes followed him, then rested upon the Ig'zaaltain Spirit Tree marking her grave-site.<br/><br/>There was no doubt in her mind. Although this Spirit Tree was merely a sapling compared to the ones on Ig'zaalta, it was unmistakable. There were no other trees that pulsed with the same blue light or sported the same ivory gold-tipped leaves. She glanced at the gravestone to dispense any remaining doubts.<span style="font-style: italic">'Pheris Gillad XXXX-XXXX'</span><br/><br/>In what she understood as human custom, Uriel mimicked Ryan and knelt before the grave and started speaking to the deceased.<span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"It is an honor to meet you who came before me,"</span></span>she said respectfully.<span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"It must have been lonely for you here. Your son has confessed his love for me but I have rejected him. If he does win my First Love, I will be faithful to him, and I will rest here with you when I die. May we join Sylvatier in paradise together."</span></span><br/><br/>She meditated quietly for a moment.<span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"My assumption is that you were unaware that your mother was one of my people."</span></span>