Last spark from the ashes

Loki looks at her for a long moment, wondering for the first time what happens to bring a person like Blaze into being. The Light, obviously, but how does one become part of the Light? Birth, death, something in between?

Now isn't the time to ask, obviously. She gives a little shaker of her head and puts the question to the back of her mind for the moment. "There is a great deal of space in the Plaza, at least. Shops, playgrounds, little parks that pop up here and there. The other day there was a building shaped like a giant boot, with a spiral slide coming down from it. I brought them all to play, but it was gone again by the next morning."

Ah, damn. Loki frowns as they see how badly the tree has been hollowed out. She suspected it was dying before, but she didn't realize how quickly. Yes, if this rot creature isn't sentient--and maybe even if it is--it will definitely have to be contained somehow. She slows her pace, unwilling to step onto the moldy ground without checking for stability first, and turns to the side to circle around it. Breathing in, she notes the unpleasant scent from before, but that's hardly a surprise and tells her nothing.

"How solid is that earth?" She asks, hoping Ghost will have an answer, wherever he is hovering. "I don't want to step onto it and fall into a pit of slime or something."