The Sunspire a basket of fruit

Set in the internal territory of "Eldershade Grove". Open to anyone! Would like to use this for Naturalist but that is optional.

The edge of the creek was his only company today, at least thus far. He tested the water with a quick dip of his paw, and found the fluid to be chilled to the touch (go figure); perfect for satiating his thirst. After attending to this need, Caravaggio set about following the snaking creek-line through the fern-laden forest; pausing to sniff at various rogue scents, or to simply stare up at the pale light which filtered through the trees.

About those trees — there were many of them, and they were varied in a manner that made him love the mountainside all the more. Thick trunks with gnarled skin; tiny shoots which would one day become monolithic if left to their own devices; narrow bands of white with black barring, like stones poking through the snow; the variety held upon the Sunspire was almost unfathomable to him. With the boy so enthralled by the mere presence of trees, he was unaware of the stranger creeping along nearby; however, Caravaggio would no doubt find them to be just as beautiful.