Neverwinter Forest wasting time on climbing hills

IDK what I wrote ahaha, I'm running in to a small writing block.

The history shared between the children was no longer applicable to Ibis, as far as she'd be able to tell. She had vague recollections of the travel between packs when she had been tinier than now, but it hadn't been a particularly difficult - nor particularly joyous - event in her life; her memory of Mali, therefore, was incredibly limited. It was probably why she had described him to Tristan as, a boy covered in clouds. She recalled he was a pale fellow with a mottled coat, but nothing concrete beyond that. Ibis knew that finding the boy and reconnecting was important to Okeanos and she was eager to help him, even if she was useless in the hunt. The girl knew it was selfish to use this trip to explore and learn of the world rather than look for Mali — but she didn't know what else to do. 

Hey, called the boy's voice; she raised her head and glimpsed to him, smiling softly, but didn't know what to say.

She took a deep breath and let the flood of pine wood overwhelm her system for a moment. The girl settled to her haunches as she observed Mali, almost too shy to look him over for long - awkward, unsure. But she did eventually speak up and comment, Hi. Okeanos said he'd found you... You live here?

Being here in the forest was a little bit better. It was a distraction from how she had left the Hollow, and all the friends that she'd given up for this adventure. The forest was different in so many ways — but beautiful too, glorious for its differences. The flowers were a particular comfort to her now. They were some variety of daisy, Ibis presumed, and while the bulbs hadn't opened fully yet they smelled distinctly like some of the greenery that grew in the Hollow by her clover field; but they were pink rather than blue. As she sniffed, Ibis caught a lump in her throat and found her eyes tearing up ever so slightly as she was overcome with nostalgia for home.

She didn't want to be the weepy little girl, so she contained herself and drew away from the flowers again, sighing softly - It's very pretty here.