The humanoid figure doesn't really have a face, though it does have a head and hair of leaves. "Likewise. I find it amusing that you drew Karil into a contest of strength. Not that it takes much drawing."

She grins. "It was fun." She likes being a vampire and almost never gets to flex her skills.

Treenod. "I am curious if you can intuit which trees are mine."

"Are they different at all?" She turns up her sense of smell (which should incidentally be somewhat informative about how tasty these fair folk would be) and looks at the trees, paying attention to how they look and smell and what they sound like.

"Yes. Stylistically."

Sabella is a tree. Does Sadde feel like drinking sap?

Karil would be tastier than a deer in an exotic, intoxicating sort of way. Like an unpalatable food spiced and glazed up into tastiness. Not matching humans, though.

Sabella's trees don't exactly smell different - well, maybe they smell healthier, fuller, and identical, on inspection. But it's pretty clear which are hers once she implies aesthetics are involved. All the trees without knots or awkward tangly branches, with leaves that fade gradually in color from here to there.

She points at them in turn.

Sabella nods in turn. "You are a perceptive one. I am not exactly hiding, but it usually takes humans several hours to learn to distinguish me at a glance."

"Enhanced senses, yeah. I think when I was human it'd have taken me longer."

"Yours is quite a gift, it seems! Shall I make more introductions?" asks Karil.

"We-ell, I kinda have half a hundred questions about Sabella..."

"I will answer them if they do not strike me as imprudent."

"Much of it I already know. I will be fulfilling my diligence to improving the wards."

"So what do you do? What's your magic? And how does your kind start?"

"I grow trees. And I might tell you when you are older."

She blinks. And grins. "That is very unfair!"

Sabella is completely impassive. What a great poker lack-of-face. "What is so unfair about that?"

"I can tell you all about my kind! I'm curious."

"I am far less so, and I suspect far more patient. Trees care about years not seconds, as do I."

She pouts. "Well, I'm really not patient, but if you'd rather not answer, I guess that's up to you."

"As I said, I might tell you when you are older."

"How much older are we talking, here?"

"When you are old enough that a human would be near his end I would seriously consider it."

"Alright, I guess. May I ask why you want me to wait that long?"

"You may ask."

"At least some of my reasoning is because I believe everyone should learn a little bit of patience."

"Why do you believe so?"

"It can take decades or centuries to build something worthy. Those who expect to manage it in a day tend to do things rashly."