"Who said anything about cutting the trees themselves?" John pointed upward, his finger tracing the sprawling canopy of a Blue Serpentile tree. "We'll cut those branches. They are thick, long, and numerous enough that we can gather what we need without killing the mother trees themselves."
Luke moved his eyes between the trunks, which were several meters thick and looked as hard as iron, and the branches, which were roughly half a meter in diameter. He nodded, the doability of this plan sinking in.
"Ah, those. Yeah, we can do that for sure. They're manageable. But how are we supposed to bind them together? We don't exactly have a hardware store out here."
"I have ropes," Elena said suddenly. With a touch on her storage device, she brought out several large, heavy-duty rope bundles. Noticing the bewildered and slightly suspicious gazes of the others, she cleared her throat, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
