[Starwind is actually up and about again, which is relieving both to him and a lot of other people. He’s out by the edge of the forest again, since that’s the closest he can get to trees in the Underworld. Despite the
feathered mask he’s wearing to match his silk clothing, he seems much happier than he has lately. At least, there’s a rather large smile on his face underneath all the feathers.
The tablet has apparently been propped up on something and he smiles directly at it for a moment, then produces the crystal flute from somewhere, and begins
a song. He laughs when it ends, for a moment just enjoying being actually happy. Eventually, he looks back at the thing and speaks-a somewhat serious message, but delivered with a smile on his face.]
These days are precious. They should not be wasted.