" The surface of the water quieted into a mirror; it looked as if we were moving through two worlds, with trees living equally above and below the surface. A seal head emerged, and its liquid brown eyes watched us pass. I could smell magic in the air again, and I wanted to sob with the relief and pain of it.
This is who you are, the trees said.
"Oh," I said, so low I didn't think it was even a sound. "

― Erica Bauermeister , The Scent Keeper