Return of the gourds

Of course I’ve never smashed vegetables. Caisides voice sounded almost indignant, though he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the squirming thing in Remi’s jaws. A larger, clearly more hostile version of the strange living plant he had seen tagging along with the girl at the atheneum. Stepping forward, he lifted one hoof delicately and hovered it over the hours, leaning down to take a look at it before pressing his whole weight down. The ripe flesh all but splattered beneath him. ...you weren’t wrong. Caiside admitted, a hint of annoyance in his mental voice. That is incredibly satisfying. He moves closer, looking for another one of the plants to smash. Caiside Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.