Jade Fern Grove home grown and a little hideous

His excitement gained a bit of a damper, but only because he opted to listen to what his mother imparted to him. At least it seemed that they didn't have to worry about Haven being some sort of trouble, which was good. Pasha hadn't even met her yet, assuming that he would somehow happen upon her or otherwise be happened upon. He considered briefly in a lull between sentences to seek her out. That thought was soon pushed aside in favor of hearing what his mother said next, and particularly about whom.

His head bobbled agreeably; Pasha often did follow what his gut said. At least somewhat, anyway. The venture into the smelly marshes beyond the Grove had pitted him against it, but his forming sense of duty had overrode it smoothly. All of that now was behind him and them all, or so they would all hope. "Why are they here if they're no good, though?" He couldn't help but ask such a question; it simply popped into his mind and out through his mouth it went.