“Twice in an era, special cherry trees blossom in the gardens of the Jasper Palace,” Arzal began. “Their roots invisibly penetrate the lower worlds and collect the crumbs of spiritual energy that mortals leave behind in temples, during prayers, through incantations and the slightest mention of names, and whatever else they give meaning to.”
This sounded a little like what Hadjar had heard Harlim explain about the process by which the Immortals created their offspring.
“These tiny particles gather in the roots of the cherry trees for half an epoch, and then they bear fruit for a century,” the elder continued. “During this time, the Cherry Festival is held, where the gods and their cronies gather. Not to brag, but I went to one once.”
“Amazing,” Hadjar played along a bit.
Arzal bowed in
