"So you are one of the forest witches?" Alma's words didn't sound much like a question. Instead, it seemed that this was more of a judgement.
To be fair, Alma was the next elf queen who had grown up in the forests and was more acclimated to the forests than anything else. However, she had taken the important step to receiving a drop of high elven blood within her allowing her the growth needed to go beyond what the elven race was thought to be limited to.
She had become what was equivalent to a high elf of her time and in the future, there would be more to awaken this blood within them. The former strength of the high elves from their past was just waiting for them to grow and develop enough to reclaim and exceed it.
"Yes, I am one of the forest witches. I am specifically a root witch. Any plant that puts roots in to the earth and takes earth and water to become stronger is within my grasp. I can even grow entire trees faster than most people."
