The Forest has been so horribly sad. Rire was very glad when he heard a familiar roar; he had expected to be running alone at 3 AM. Yay for Taiko! It was so good to simply run around and be ridiculous - to have a backflip race - to play look-alike - to accidentally slip into the pond, and have to fetch everything back. To race away from, ahead of sorrow, and on and on into tomorrow.
Rire loves the Forest. Very much.