Fox's Glade there are no pinboards in the forest

benry’s.. way of speaking didn’t really make sense. it was different from everything rosewood had heard before, and while that didn’t make it bad, it was uncomfortable.

despite his apprehension, he took the offer to step out of the rain. do you know where rain comes from? rose asked, i can’t figure it out. obviously, it came from the sky, but like.. was there something more to it?