Blackfoot Forest spring swaps snow for leaves

They looked to the man when he spoke, as he rarely used his speech through their travel, and Djinn could now glean some understanding to the man's logic. He was not wrong to assume this place would be a good resting place, and Djinn smiled as he observed the trees - their tops dusted with snow; it was dark here but not altogether unwelcoming the more they studied the surroundings.

They could feel the girl growing insistent, tense, annoyed; and so they reached out and patted them softly as an old person might calm a child, and quietly murmured to them that it would be alright. This was a good place, a fine end.