So...

Dylan wasn't exactly sure how he was meant to communicate with the tree. He could try and...talk to it...but that didn't seem right. Talking was overrated, anyway. Too many people did it...and not enough people could stop doing it. So...maybe there was another way...

The Captain carefully set his bag down, moving to take a seat right at the foot of the tree, and crisscross applesauce...or whatever that saying was. He'd chill and ponder on it a while..."You must know...that I'm not good with words, yew tree." That was a total lie...as the Slytherin knew he was a Jedi master with his words...but that was neither here nor there. "How would you have me communicate with you? Maybe you could bend a branch down and carve it into the dirt..." It was a legit inquiry. Why couldn't the tree do that?

No response came, though...much like Dylan had anticipated. Trees couldn't talk...Dylan didn't like to talk. Not a great deal, anyway. He would have much rather done things with his hands. It was why he was such a great Seeker...and at carving runes, too. Totally awesome with his hands...

Blink.

He could.....touch the tree. There were civilizations built on the foundation of touch...He could just...lay his hand upon it...and they could have a moment. Moments were fun...It'd be like they were shaking hands and becoming real friends..."Could I do that, tree? Reach out and touch your trunk?"

...if it didn't work, he'd have to move to plan B...which was singing to it...

BLINK.

Suddenly...his book was being summoned from his bag...The Slytherin glared around...not being able to find the culprit outright...Well, that was fine. He would be summoning it back when it was needed...

NOD. Anyway, he was ready to try and touch the tree.

Scooting forward a bit, Dylan slowly climbed up on his knees, moving both hands up to hover just beside the tree's trunk. He hoped to pass through information by way of touch...Like...I'm not here to hurt you...I'm here to befriend you....Soothing thoughts.....Calming thoughts.....DON'T COME TO LIFE AND STOMP ME...Then he took a deep breath and slowly released it as his hands finally made contact with the bark.

STARE.

Was it working...?