Aah, my Druid Elders would not agree with you. They're most insistent we keep to ourselves. [though that begs the obvious question of why Silas was setting out, if it was so against their wishes. He doesn't really want to expound on the whole thing, so quickly he goes on]

But this place has it's own beauties. I've gotten caught up several times simply staring into the sky. I'm worried I might hurt my eyes looking at it, when it's particularly bright! Who ever knew it was so wide and so colorful, really... [most everybody, really, but Silas is from underground in a forest of thick canopies. The sky wasn't something he'd seen much of at all until he traveled.]