Return of the gourds

Like the plants? No. There was a laugh in Caisides silent voice. But even the season itself is different. I suppose the change is more striking in places with more trees though. The Greatwood is close, but even it can’t compare to my home. As long as Remi seemed infested, even in passing, Caiside could keep gushing about his former home. Caiside watched Remi sit, then shook his head, clearing away some errant gourd pieces from his antlers. Perhaps it’s to spread their seeds. Or... perhaps they’re just violent little beasts. He was thinking more to himself at this point, though he wouldn’t welcome opinions on his musing. Without thinking, he mirrors the lion, and leaned down to sniff at a piece of vegetable. We had plants similar to these at home. Their seeds were particularly good roasted. Caiside Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.