Try another time with the tree

Your mind focuses again on the leaves, imagining the brown leaves again. This time, as you release your gas, the tree changes, the leaves dying.

"Nice."

You decide you like trees. Your favorite thing about them is that they aren't intelligent enough to communicate, and can never bear witness to the fact that you tried to talk to a tree just now. You smirk at the army of trees surrounding you.

"Stupid trees."

You try to decide whether you will wait out the storm, or explore the area.