The breeze has disturbed it. I do wonder if it's going to storm.

[the fae stops and looks up, the wind stirring some of that unruly purple hair of his. he tuts after a moment and bends to start collecting.]

I cannot tell, but if we were in the Ruinwood, I would know for sure! [daeshim glances over at the other man.] Are you familiar with these woods? Or did you also find yourself here upon waking?