Seeing the Nestle come alive in such an abrupt manner still had Nate feeling a bit befuddled. As if he'd passed between worlds, again. Or stepped halfway through a door where the rooms on either side were identical in shape but entirely unique in color, pattern, and daylight. His efforts now were relearning the trails he's scouted not so very long ago, in their new lush forms.

The scent of Tamaska caught him through the heady scent of flowers, and he'd followed it. Ko-Ga flit from branch to branch above him, settled back into comfortable nuisancery by Nate's side. Along the way, he looked for feathers to bring back as a gift for Elk Charm.

The slow pace of exploration afforded him time to sightsee, and be distracted in a hundred different ways he'd struggled for a long time to allow himself to be.

Blue butterflies dazzled the air. Birds sang a hundred songs. And Tamaska.... wasn't Tamaska.

Nose scrunching, Nate retraced the tracks he'd been following. Her scent was there. But the familiarity obscured another. A stranger. Which appeared to be who he was actually on the path of.

A nearby voice lifted his head. Ko-Ga flew ahead to investigate, smoky blue beating like dust off his feathers.

Hello? Nate called out.