Nin smiles when Naeris perks up and starts asking questions about her mother. That's the sweet and cheerful Naeris she's come to know.

"Well, she's the druid who taught me how to druid, so I suppose you could say she passed on her love of the natural world to me." Then she makes a face, and laughs. "Swamp picnics were not, and probably never will be, a thing, though. The ground is just a little too soggy, even with a blanket. We almost always ate our meals outdoors, though." Her smile fades from one of amusement at the idea of a swamp picnic to one of warm nostalgia. "There's a small permanent community in Murkwater, and they live in and on a cluster of mangrove trees deep in the swamp. The trees go on for miles, and are hundreds of feet tall, and their great boughs tangle together where they meet in the sky, and shelter those living under them. Almost everything is done on the platforms built near those branches, including eating. Not exactly a picnic, but maybe close."