Ahmi sat cross-legged beside a shelf of roots. A cascade of feral white hair framed her sharp face and fell behind her shoulders. “The way it works is that animals come in here, they… stay, and they die. Sometimes their rotting corpses bring scavengers, and they stay, and the cycle begins anew. Soon, the monsoon rains come, and this whole cavern is flooded, and everything is covered in silt. And the worms devour you, and this nourishes the tree. Makes her strong. Allows her to build more caverns like this."
“That's really interesting." Vayance leaned back. The furry yellow creature was on his chest, and he stroked its fur with both hands.
Ahmi giggled lightly. “Yes, it's very interesting! Tell me something, how long have you been here?"
She fought back a smirk and watched as we all wrestled with the question.
"Uh…”
I asked Ajak. "How long have we been here?”
He shrugged. "Did we arrive at some point?”
Montus answered. "I think we've always been here.”
A chorus of affirmation followed, and Ahmi giggled in reply.