Lucien already had names in mind.
Seran would receive one.
That had already been decided.
Clara was also on the list.
Anvil-Horn was another candidate.
Then there were the Beacons of Light.
They had grown so much that leaving them behind would be wasteful.
And that was only the beginning.
Lucien wanted to give fruits to too many people.
There were still his pets. The ancient beasts too.
The people who had stood at the edges of the war and held lines no one had praised properly.
The list grew too quickly.
The fruits did not.
That was the problem.
Lucien stared at the Tree of Creation and forced himself not to pluck anything immediately.
Lootwell was at a critical stage.
The World Fortification Plan had only just begun.
The Intercontinental Teleportation Array was still settling.
The wrong person transforming at the wrong time could remove a pillar from active duty when the world needed that pillar most.
A Fruit of Creation was not a casual reward.
It was an event.
