life was good on the road. adi still had friends to wander with, yet he felt a sense of newfound levity out here, untethered from the plateau. while he appreciated very much that grayday had given him a home, he knew himself too well. he was a wanderer, always would be.

thus, he had meandered off from the ladies once again, traveling south from the moonspear into a thick, prickly forest. these prickles came from berry bushes, some of them still bearing fruit. it was a garden of earthly delights for those who sought that sort of thing. adi was no berry connoisseur, but he knew that some of them had healing properties: perhaps pema needed to give this place a visit?

he would lead her here in a bit; for now, he meandered around the place, sidling between the bushes with great care, so as not to snag his pelt. it was a quiet afternoon, and he was finding great solace alone here with his thoughts in the brush.