Daav followed Kielo closely as they walked westward through the humid forest of El Hatzif. ((All around them foliage interspersed with large and small mycelium towered up towards the faded lavender sky. The air was thick today)) but at least it wasn't raining on them, Daav thought. Although, perhaps it would have delayed this journey a little longer. It wasn't that he didn't want to become a bard, no, he was just nervous about his lessons. Would he have to learn to sing, or to play an instrum...