Having established firmer footing, I now turned my attention to the strange, thick roots that hung from the dirt platform.
Ripping a few free, I inspected them. These held power. Life itself seemed to pulse in my hands.
Experimenting with the roots, I fused a few together, just as I had the stones. I expected a block of roots - but what I got instead - well.
The emerald sapling that I held in my hands had a strong essence, as powerful in its way as the water spirit was.
I collected the rest of the roots. A strange feeling in my gut said I wouldn't get any more.
That done, I placed down a block of dirt several stone blocks away from my platform, and planted the tree there. It made me feel - better. I wasn't alone here. The water spirit, and now the tree, would be all the company I needed.