Aurora: Mom! You look so…
Cumulus: Young? I do. I guess age isn’t a concept here.
Aurora: Mom! You look so…
Cumulus: Young? I do. I guess age isn’t a concept here.
Cumulus: We’re here.
Wow…
Aurora: Beautiful, huh? It’s even prettier on the inside.
I already know that…
Cumulus: Here we are, ladies. Back to Sylvan Glade.
Aurora: Mom? You there?
…
Aurora: We’re going Mom. To the tree. Meet us there.
Aurora: Hymenaios, stay here with Dusk and Blaze. I need to go.
Hymenaios: Of course, ma fleur. Stay safe.
Aurora: We will.
Blaze: Hey, Aurora? Dawn keeps trying to tell me about… a tree? Do you know what she means?
Aurora: I- I do. I never considered that. She wants me to take her?
Blaze: I believe so.
Blaze! Tree!
Blaze: What are you trying to say? Train?
No, Blaze! Tree!
Blaze: T-tree?
Yes! Tree! Get Mom!
Wish! The tree! Blaze, I need to get to the tree!
Blaze: Are you trying to say something, Dawn? I’m not too good at reading lips, but I can try.
The tree! Tree!
Wait…