Hello stranger. Are you new to our country? Ah, you must be! I saw your ship crash onto our shores. Come, sit! It’s fortunate you landed on our shores; had you landed in Kudsaimet, I doubt you’d live to tell the tale.

 

Oh? My name? I doubt you’d be able to pronounce it, even if I did tell you. My name is as old as many of the trees in this forest, and only those who can speak with the blades of grass can understand it’s meaning. I suppose you can’t just call me nothing though; for now, you can call me Leaf.

 

Now, follow me! My camp is nearby; we can at least house you for a while. Please watch your step! The flowers are fragile, and don’t take kindly to being trampled. Our nation is one of peace and tranquility; we dare not disturb our plant friends. Are you hungry? I’m sorry, we don’t hunt in this forest; however, I’m sure you’ll find the fruit that grows here to be just as filling.

 

Ah, here we are! Come, take a seat. No no! Not in the mushroom circle; you may be whisked away if you do. Just sit on the ground here, that’s right. Did you not see this country on your maps? Ah, only natural I suppose; our queen tries to avoid anyone arriving uninvited. Here, have some fruit! Oh, I don’t need any; I feed off of the energy of the forest.

Would you like to know our history? Sephermond has a sordid history after all; while it’s been 200 cycles, we have only recently obtained a sense of normalcy. What was that? You don’t know what cycles are? Hm, I suppose our time-telling may differ to an outsider; a cycle is after the 4 seasons have passed. Years you say? What a funny word. Either way, this is all to miss the point. I’m willing to tell you of our history stranger; all you have to do is ask.