Past Aions. Eleven listens, rapt until the mention of other realms. His brows crease and he spends a few moments working to reconcile the concept with what he knows of his Yggdrasil.

"Realms," he repeats to himself, as if to clarify. He shakes his head- then pauses, hesitating. "It might be, but.. the other realms I'm aware of are accessed through a dimension of time." And that much he barely understands as is. "The Yggdrasil in Erdrea hung in the sky. Every leaf on Her branches was a life. Her holy heart the source of it all.."

He shifts, puzzled by the mystery of it all, then shrugs. "But neither do I know all there was to."