[ Taking a moment to think on his words, Caoimhe lowly nods her head. ]

I... I am uncertain, the flowers were never like this before... Their ravenous ways are newly founded, perhaps something new has changed in the forest? [ Caoimhe's own head turns towards it, looking into the distance where the branches seemed to be always unmoved despite the winds abiding by them. ] I have been told not to speak to the forest, and to not... To be more careful around it as well... I wish though... I wish though to understand it, so that mayhap we come together and overcome what it is that troubles it. [ As if the Forest was a living entity, and is - at least to Caoimhe who comes from paganism and a world full of magic, that is true. The forest is alive, and has a soul - and she was always taught to respect its existence. ]