[ Several months. Zelda was loath to think of what might have caused all of the residents in this city to suddenly vanish, but the thought leapt unbidden to her mind anyway. Something awful must have happened here, some calamitous event that wiped out Songerein's population, leaving behind only a devastated husk of a city. ]

[ No, she didn't want to think about that. And clearly, neither did Ren. Zelda immediately picked up the offered segue. ]

Perhaps when the weather is bad, but otherwise I must disagree. Camping is so refreshing compared to being stuck inside some dank building. [ Her tone was cheerful, if a bit wistful. Remembering all the times she enjoyed camping swiftly pushed dark thoughts to the back of her mind. ] I had thought that a treehouse would be rather similar, but it's far mustier than I imagined.