Navki was simply resting his back on the trunk of a tree, his legs around a branch, and his hands were running through his hair. “Shoo!” he flicked a few bugs away. “I didn’t even make aphids,” Navki scoffed. “They eat the plants, but most importantly, my hair!” He replayed what he said in his mind and chuckled.

Just then, Navki went silent. He knew someone was in his domain. "I can see you," he said, focusing on the person behind him without moving.