Field note of the day

Between the trunks of the woodland it smells of resin and damp bark.

Today I come across a Kriswyn — average · starlets · tail · sparks.

Elfe

And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Woodland, Jungle, Glacier, Crystal Field. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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