Return of the gourds

When it’s quiet it’s like a mountain. But when it’s awake, it’s as if the world is on fire. Despite the grim description, there was a quiet awe in Caiside’s tone. I’ve seen it wake up close, and there is no comparison. It’s... have you ever held your hands over your ears, and heard the rumbling of your body? Imagine that sound all around you, like the beating heart of the world. He sighed wistfully, and shook his body. Was there not anything like that in your home? Leaning down to sniff again at the mashed gourd near his hooves. Caiside was sure they had to be mashed down at some point in the process, but he wasn’t really a baker. Whole is... probably better. He ambled closer to Remi and the patch of gourds, watching one particularly ambitious plant amble up to him. Caiside lifted a hoof and brought it down with enough force to hold the nasty beast at bay without completely crushing it. Perhaps if we break it carefully. As he thought it, he applied pressure, cracking the skin of the gourd until it stopped moving. Caiside Stand still. The forest knows where you are. You must let it find you.