[There is something noble about that endeavor...and something that they share as well. Moro protects the forest, Robin protects the history, though the forest is far older and far more mysterious than even poneglyphs can translate.]

I don't think we have such gods where I come from but, on my hometown at least, we took care of our forest.

[Wood was precious after all and trees were important.]

There was even a great living tree with deep roots and a hollow trunk that we filled with our library.

[And often times, when she was little, she would wonder if the tree had a voice of its own but one that no one could hear, and maybe it read the books when no one was around, absorbing the words through the pages and bindings.]