Prompt: "Of course I'm sane, when the trees start talking to me, I don't talk back"
Baron was made of wood.
The noble Oak, to be more specific. He was a large branch from the tree behind his maker's workshop, the same one the children played on and the father rested under.
He was also made of magic.
Magic itself was fickle and prone to change. It liked to wiggle out of control some days, or remain perfectly docile others. Most importantly, it loved to do strange and wonderful things.
Being made of both wood and magic, Baron found himself with odd abilities.
He had a natural affinity for light and water magic. It made sense, in an odd way. He had been made of wood, and wood depended on water and light to grow tall and strong. Earth magic was difficult, for both he and Earth were slow to change.
Fire was absolutely out of the question.
But that wasn't all that magic did to him.
Baron was made of wood, and was carved from a tree.
Yet even he did not quite understand how he could understand trees.
"Wait, what?"
Haru was looking at him strangely, surprise on her face. She had come to ask him if he'd enjoy going on a camping trip with her, to which he had responded with a resounding "No".
That, of course, had needed some explaining.
"Baron, have you gone off your rocker?"
"Haru, please. I'm perfectly sane."
"Baron, you talk to trees."
"Not necessarily. When they speak to me, I don't respond back."
She rolled her eyes at that.
"And yet you're saying no to a camping trip? What's wrong?"
He hesitated to answer.
He may not respond to the trees when they speak to him, but that didn't mean they still didn't try.
He remembers the last time he went to a forest with Haru.
"I'd rather not say."
He didn't need a whole crowd chanting for him to kiss Haru.