Yet Nothing Compares To The Evil They Do

This place definitely made Spirit feel uneasy. He'd set out on a few day journey away from home - once a skittish boy who would've been scared to leave Abaven, now he was… well, still very skittish but often more comfortable on his own. He trusted his sense of direction more now and knew he wouldn't get so lost he couldn't make it back home, and being alone often helped ease some of his anxieties. Often being the key word. Tonight was a different sort of night compared to what he was used to though. The nighttime seemed darker, despite the moon seeming larger than usual.

He didn't notice the luminescent mushrooms, at least not at first. He saw the silhouette of someone up ahead before he noticed anything else unusual - though he had seen a few bright fireflies flitting about not far back. He didn't pay much mind to them. He cleared his throat as he got closer, noting the stranger's horns at the last second. Strange… he'd never seen anything like that before. And then his attention zeroed in on the glowing things at the base of the tree. If not for his curiosity he probably would've backed away, but suddenly he was feeling not only curious but a bit frightened as well being alone out here. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him? "H-hello," Spirit cleared his throat and spoke up. "S-sorry if I'm interrupting…"