Luz has never heard Renwick say this, because he’s always deep in hibernation, but Renwick says it anyway. Every year.

Speaking of pretty Dryads…

Now that you know Lewelling and know what he does, guess who else used to do that too?

The flat no is a little more pessimistic than she actually is. She just hit on the somewhat frustrating strategy of responding with one syllable words when her actual answer is too hard to pronounce or she doesn’t have the words for it. Which is another kind of pessimism really, since she doesn’t expect anyone to put up with halting, garbled speech.

This is Lewelling, looking pretty in the spring with his cherry blossoms.

His role in his group is that of an oral storyteller. Dryads never developed written language of their own (and a lot of them are still illiterate even after their introduction to the writing systems of other sapients), they rely on individuals like Lewelling to memorize and re-tell their important stories and history.

If you wondered why Brennan was in very baggy clothes in the last few drawings, here’s why.

Dryads are somewhat required to not wear clothing - they can’t get things into the magic tree space besides their own bodies, so clothing would get in the way. A few Dryads wear clothing when traveling far away from their trees but not enough Dryads do that to sustain mass production of clothing in their proportions.

Everyone says Brennan needs a hug. So here, let Luz give her a hug on your behalf.

I was dissatisfied with this, so I went back to it.

Brennan was once bonded to a cottonwood tree. If you aren’t familiar with them, they shed fluff like this.