A purple thunder teifling wanders through the forest, walking with a wooden cane and holding a basket in their other arm. Occasionally they bend down to pick flowers or wild berries they find. Paku hums to herself, finding a larger berry bush and going straight for it. She takes her time picking the berries off, avoiding the ones that were squished or rotten. It was berry season, and he couldn't be happier. They made pastries and sides with them.

"Maybe I can make some jam this time..." He whispers, looking over the berries in her basket and picking out any that didn't it her standards.