This morning I woke to the sound of music. N'Ras had crafted a whistle out of a simple twig from one of the fruit trees. I had missed the sound of music; it is such a natural thing to hear the Teeluwin priestesses singing and playing their melodies to the Gods. To think that such a beautiful instrument can be made from a stick and that we, the people of the trees, had not the knowledge of how to make one.
There is not much for me to write about today. I spent it all with N'Ras at the inn. He has continued to teach me to cook with ingredients more commonly found outside the forest. He has also given me some lessons in how to tell if a berry is safe to eat.
Berry pie.
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