Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

He gives the nearest sequoia a parting glance before trotting after Kirain. There’s plenty more where that one came from. He admires their stately presences as they move through the woods, although Bushtit keeps one ear trained on the sound of his companion’s voice as she regales him with herb lore. Then she barrages him with questions about the party.

It’s a summer festival, he tells her, at the hot springs between the mountain ranges. Do you know of them? If not, he supposes he can do his best to provide directions. I guess they—the hostess and whoever else she plans to bring or invite—will bring things to trade. There’ll be singing and dancing too, he continues, recounting everything he can recall from his conversation with @Journey. You both should plan to come!

He stumbles over a tree root, though he’s quick to strike out a foreleg to maintain his balance. Bushtit laughs sheepishly, then resumes trailing after Kirain through the hall of the giants.