In a particularly vast chamber, you come across a lone tree whose roots reach claw-like into the stone. It is the only tree you’ve ever seen in the caverns. Though you haven't felt a breeze since venturing underground, the tree’s branches sway and creak above you. You feel compelled to do something… But what?

It felt like...home.

Meteor wasn't used to the dungeons. She was born and raised in a field, where tree's swayed and she could rest under their shade. The dungeons were stale. There were no trees to rest under.

And yet...one wrong turn and there she was, standing under a tree, its branches waving in the magical air.

She wouldn't cry but...

She knelt down in the grass, tucked her nose into her tail and for the first time in a while, slept peacefully. The next morning, or perhaps wake cycle, she stretched. When was the last time she could loosen her spine and kick out the stress.

Perhaps she'd make a base here? It felt safe, as if the roots of this truly massic tree were magically protecting the room.

Homesickness kicked her in the gut and then lonely settled in as she looked up at the mushrooms on the bark, the vines on the branches...she missed...what did she miss?