I never wanted for hope nor possibility, they were always available to me. Beneath the ground or otherwise. A privileged upbringing, among my people, though I would admit it was considered squandered when I left to travel. [He moves on to the furthest part of the garden, stopping just before they would make a loop back around the other side of the garden towards the house. There's a lovely tree and a burrow, were a white petal puppy's tail is just slightly visible, poking out. Seems Daisy is down there taking a nap in the wet soil, finding that pleasant.

Everett reaches to the nearest branch and uses some magic, a peach growing for him to pluck. That would be a pleasant addition to their table of snacks. And he's ever the show off. He hands it to her graciously, the skin fuzzy and ripe under her fingertips]

The Springtide cities are very much like Aefenglom. A bit dreary, but so very full of life. The Above Lands are more vibrant, though the vastness can lead to a certain... loneliness. It is difficult to be isolated, among my people, there isn't the space for it. Above. Well, there can be miles between you and the next living thing. Both can be overwhelming, in their own ways.