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  [colpse]Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Six - Diplomatree II: Treety Harder

  “So,” I started. “Are we going to create a tract, or is this more of an informal thing?” I asked.

  “tract?” Oak asked.

  Of course, trees didn’t normally do tracts.

  “This remain informal,” Geoffrey said.

  Amaryllis immediately shook her head. “No, no it ot. We will need a tract, onessed by everyone here. I would even insist oing multiple copies so that a few be sent to certain key people that aren’t at this meeting.”

  “What is a tract?” Wisp asked.

  “Um, a tract is like when two people agree to do something. You write it down, so that both sides uand it. It’s also binding. So if one side breaks the tract, theher side show people and hold them atable.”

  “I agree to things a lot,” Wisp said.

  I giggled. “That’s a verbal tract. Like, um, I’d enter a tract about giving my friends hugs every day, no problem, and if one day I fet, then that’s probably okay? But a written tract makes it a lot more serious and stuff.”

  Wisp tilted her head to one side, theher. “Okay.”

  “If we’re going to make a proper tract, we’ll o have it signed by the leaders of the dryads,” Amaryllis said.

  “No leaders,” Oak said.

  “Not true,” Wisp disagreed right away. “Oak is our leader.”

  One of Amaryllis’ eyebrows perked up. “That will need some expining,” she said.

  Sebastien and Geoffrey looked to each other, but I couldn’t quite read their expressions.

  “The elder trees are... not leaders,” Oak said. “They are... wise and old, and know many things. But they are not leaders. They tell some what to do, but you don’t o listen. I’m not a leader either.”

  “Oak is a leader,” Wisp said. “We listen to him, and he leads us. That’s all that matters, right?”

  I looked over to the side, where the younger dryads were now freely gregating by the water. They seemed to be having fun dipping their roots iream and occasionally making a few little spshes.

  I could very easily imagine Oak leading them, he seemed much bigger and more mature. He was a lot more handsome with his sculpted chest and sharp . Maybe I could get him to wear a big red cape. Maybe some tights.

  Amaryllis poked me. “Were you listening?”

  “Huh? No, not really,” I said.

  “Go get some paper, you moron. And a few pens. There are some in my , by that desk.”

  I nodded quickly. “Yup, I do that. I’ll be right back!”

  “If you don’t mind, I’ll apany you,” Bastion said as he stood up.

  Moving over towards the Beaver, I found a spot atop a ft-ish rock, bunched my legs up under me, then shot up into the air with a burst of stamina. My aim was a bit off, so I had to reach a foot way out to pce it on the edge of the rail, then my arms windmilled a few times before I found my bance. Bastion, the lucky sylph that he was, just flew up and nded before me.

  “Need a hand?” Bastion asked as he extended his towards me.

  I grinned and grabbed onto him to help myself up onto the deck .”Thanks,” I said. “Have you been enjoying the iations?”

  “More or less,” he said. “I’ll be keeping a on things down below. Just in case things took a turn for the worse.”

  I patted down my skirt. “That’s kind of you,” I said.

  “It’s my job,” he replied.

  “It’s still nice of yardless,” I said. “And I have the impression that you’d go out on a limb to help someone, even if it wasn’t part of your job. That’s a great quality for a friend to have, you know?”

  “Thank you,” he said. “Do you need help?”

  I shook my head, then thought better of it and nodded. ging from a shake to a nod was kind of annoying with big ears. They started by fpping from side to side, then when you switch to nodding, they’d end up going in little circles that tickled a bunch. “I don’t he help, but I could use the pany,” I said.

  “Certainly,” he agreed.

  We made our way down into the back of the ship. “So, did you uand what’s happening?”

  “tracts and diplomacy aren’t my specialties, but I make some educated guesses. It sounds as though you pushed for more of a victory for the dryads than the pany.”

  “A pany isn’t a person,” I said. “You ’t be friends with something like an anization, and in this case, they were hurting a lot of people by exploiting them. I don’t think they actually saw that they were hurting anyone. And besides, we found a way for them to keep w. They just won’t be making as much.”

  “They might not appreciate that, or follow through,” he warned.

  “That’s true,” I said. “Which is why we o keep an eye on them, make sure everyos nice. We’ll be making a tract, and we’ll be sending it to a few friends to make sure that it’s nid respected.”

  “You have some powerful friends then?” Bastion asked.

  I shrugged. “A couple? Mostly we’ll be sending a copy to Booksie in Port Royal. Her boyfriend’s a dragon.”

  Bastion stopped mid-step. “A figurative dragon?”

  “No? He’s pretty literal,” I said. “Very big, blue. Likes lightning and poetry.”

  “Do you have any idea how illegal w with dragons is?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, not really. Is it illegal in Deepmarsh?”

  “Well, no,” he said.

  I slipped into Amaryllis room and started looking for pen and paper. “In that case I think we’re alright,” I said. “And besides, we never did anything morally wrong.”

  “You spoke with a dragon, some could argue that that’s morally wrong.”

  “Well, then they would be wrong. Speaking to someone, aing to know them, is he wrong thing to do,” I said. “Not if it means that you learn to get along with them better.”

  “A no one has ever successfully iated with a dragon before,” Bastion said.

  I paused in my search to give him a look. “I have. It was... well, not easy, but doable. And I’m pretty much the farthest thing there is to a proper diplomat.”

  Bastion blinked. “You did?”

  “Yeah, over in Rosenbell. I’ll tell you about it sometime.” I raised a pen from where I’d found it in a drawer and wiggled it about victoriously. I didn’t find any loose-leaf, but there was a nice big sketchpad with pages that were easy to tear out, so I figured that would work as long as everyone had handwriting. Lined paper didn’t seem to be a thing on Dirt, yet.

  “I would ence you to perhaps keep that to yourself,” Bastion said. “At least if you’re around other sylphs.”

  “Why’s that?” I asked.

  He seemed unfortable for a moment. “My work as a padin has me moving to different unities, including out of the Sylphfree mountains, and into other nations. I’d like to think that I’ve growo different perspectives. But it’s hard. Our nation is rather isotionist at the best of times.”

  “That’s not good,” I said. “It means you lose all these opportuo make long, sting friendships.”

  “I don’t think we want friends so much as we want safety,” he said.

  I frow the floor. “I guess that makes sense. Being friends with someone means putting yourself at risk, but I always felt that it was worth it, even if most of the time it doesn’t work out.” I shook my head. “e on, we o go make a tract to keep the peace.”

  “Just to keep the peace?” he asked.

  “No, not just that. This will have the dryads w with the humans of Mattergrove, and talking with the grenoil of Deepmarsh. If they’re all cooperative, then maybe things will be better for all of them. But I ’t take credit for that, it’s just how things work out sometimes.”

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  “Huh,” I said. “I got a rank up.”

  “Really?” Bastion asked. “May I inquire about which skill?”

  “Matchmaking, it’s one of my general skills,” I said. “Weird.” Maybe diplomacy ted as Matchmaking, but on a national level? It’d be o see that skill hit rank C.

  Bastion shook his head. “I have to admit, I expected your crew to be iing, but I may have uimated just how iing you would all turn out to be.”

  “That’s just how we roll,” I said.

  “Roll?” Bastion asked.

  Instead of answering, I skipped back up onto the ded eyed the table below. No one had resorted to pung each other while I was gone, so that was hough it seemed as if tempers were rising. Amaryllis and Geoffrey were gesturing a lot and talking at the same time, and the dryads seemed a bit lost.

  I stepped off the side of the Beaver and nded with a ‘hup’ o my seat. “I have everything,” I said. “What are we arguing about?”

  “This greedy human thinks that he somehow has the right to do as he pleases. It’s as if he doesn’t uand that his nation is the weakest around, and only suffered to tiing on at of how little they matter,” Amaryllis said.

  “You ’t look down upon the iy and power of humanity that way,” Geoffrey said. “Mattergrove may be weak, but it’s only because of interference like this whole charade today.”

  “Oh please,” Amaryllis said. “We didn’t follow the stench of your btant hypocrisy when we flew here.”

  “Okay, okay everyone,” I said as I tried to wave both of them down. “I don’t know what started this.” I wiggled a fi Amaryllis when she looked ready to tell me just that i detail. “And it doesn’t really matter. Look, we want what’s best for everyone, but that won’t work out, it ’t, not when what’s best for one hurts someone else. So we’ll just have to promise and everyone will leave just a little bit unhappy.”

  “We’re the ones losing the most here,” Geoffrey said. “And the Dryads are ing away with the most in turn.”

  I felt my ears drooping and my brows knitting together. “How many workers died to the dryads i year?” I asked. “How many were injured?”

  “Thirty-two injuries,” Edmund said. “Myself included. Some of them fairly bad. Mostly healed up now. hs, thank all the gods.”

  I turo Oak and Wisp. “How many dryads died in that same time? Between now and st fall?”

  Oak looked down. “Many little ones were cut down,” he said. “The older ones ran. The elders weren’t touched.”

  I turo Geoffrey. “I’m sorry mister Hardnut, but no matter how I look at it, I don’t think you’re in the right here. We tried to find a nipromise here. If you won’t take it, then, well, then I don’t know, but I don’t leave friends behind if that means leaving them in trouble.” I pced the stack of bnk pages onto the table, then spped a couple of pens atop that. “Let’s do this, please?”

  Everyo the table seemed to sider it for a moment. I wasn’t sure if I’d said something wrong or not. Theien sighed. “If we’re going to use the terms we highlighted before, then I’m willing to sign on behalf of the East Mattergrove pany.”

  “Shouldn’t we discuss this?” Geoffrey asked.

  “Frankly, no. I think that Captain Bunch is right. The terms are fair to us, or as fair as they be while not injuring the other party. I think if we push any more then we’ll find ourselves in a worse position from which to iate ter.”

  Amaryllis nodded. “We’ll need someoo sign on behalf of Mattergrove, I think. I’ll admit that I’m irely familiar with the relevant ws.”

  “Awa, I sign as a noble,” Awen said. “We’ll need witnesses, but, um, Broccoli and Amaryllis should do?”

  I grinned, a weight lifting off my shoulder. Things seemed to be w out, at least.

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