The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

*sobs*

In some places it happens much — many times in a year, he said, remembering the legends and stories he had been told before. He hadn't lived in such a place before, but he knew that the western lands were known for it. 

He snorted in agreement. He could do without long stretches of rain, though the time was great for telling stories and singing, it became boring very quickly.

Mal needed to go home, which was fair. He knew the feeling. He didn't resent him for it. Will do, Yao nodded, looking once more in the direction of the forest.  Safe journey! Stay dry, he said, smiling before he turned away and trotted off.