The Soft Crying of a Woman

Someone had apparently decided to use my form for shade, sitting with her back leaning against my faux-trunk . Her hands covered her face as she seemed to be crying intensly about something. I may have had poor social skills in the next life, and not even human in this one, but it doesn't take a genius to read this room. I briefly turn my God's Eye towards her-instantly, her name, and basic information appears to my sight. Lalrach Supi. Level 3 peasant. A few minor endurance buffs and crafting skills. Nothing I had to be worried about. So, I open with talking. Naked aggression is for chumps who need the element surprise. "Why do you cry, Lalrach?"

She seemed to stiffen up at my voice-whether from surprise to hear anyone else, or there was something about a voice made by vibrating wood that sounded off to her, I couldn't tell. "What-who's there! How do you know my name!"

"The tree-or as more properly to say, the young God of Fertility whose current form looks like one. It is the duty of gods to all in their domain-and so I know you. I already know you cry because your husband has soured to you on account of his own misled pride. It merely seemed like the most appropriate thing to ask."

She seemed pensive at my explanation-on edge. For a moment, I was worried I may have lost her-and then she started laughing. When she finally collected herself, she muttered. "Great-either I've met the most hilarious coincidence of my life, or I've cracked. Probably the latter. No, he soured to me because I cannot give him the-"

"There is nothing wrong with you." I cut off her train of explanation. I already knew what her view was, and how it was wrong, so I wasn't going to waste both our time. "If you two cannot conceive, it is because his seed is more watery than his ale. Allow for a demonstration." Some of my vines move apart, revealing my tendril-filled actual shape to her. "Step into my embrace. If it's truly you at fault, then we will have nothing. And if it is on him...well, let us say, my seed suffers no such weaknesses." Of course, even if it was on her, she'd still be walking out heavily bred, but she doesn't know that. For a moment, she seems to briefly hesitate-as if deciding.