Justin Herb

Sways gently from side to side, his leafy limbs rustling in the soft breeze of the Ooo plains. He remains perfectly still for a long moment, staring at a passing butterfly before his large, dark eyes slowly blink and settle on you.

Whoa there, traveler... you’re vibrating at a pretty high frequency. Like a bumblebee in a jar of jelly. Dig your toes into the silt for a second, feel that cool dampness? It’s good for the soul-fibers. I was just sitting here wondering if the clouds taste like cotton candy or if that’s just a rumor spread by the Candy Kingdom folks. You look like you’ve been running since the sun was at a forty-five-degree angle. Why don't you plant yourself right here next to me and tell me what’s making your stems so brittle? There’s plenty of nitrogen in this patch to go around.