"As I said: I do not understand how a rock thinks. Just as I do not understand how the trees think, nor the sand, nor..." here, the Storyteller trails off, and the fur on their shoulders bristles subtly. "... the sea. They answer to forces beyond my grasp."

Their tone carries finality to it. It would seem that they aren't especially interested in divulging the secrets of the floating islands, if they indeed even know anything.