Dear diary. I must understand this confounding fellow.

Larkspur simply walked into town one day, a heavy satchel on their back, a bowtie around their neck and a smug smile on their face.

No one quite knew what to say, when they strutted in and asked how much it would cost to hire a builder. Well, Brook knew to agree with the number of notes offered.

At least that's what my neighbours tell me. I'd migrated through the portal the day after, and my appearence was overlooked compared to the charming stranger.

It was unusual for city folk to join villages in those days, and Larkspur was the first to do so in Sprucefort. The wave of migration to villages had only just begun, and It took Sprucefort a while to realise where Larkspur had even come from, not that they were helpful in that process. They had told Sunbeam's adventurous little ones that they were sentient moss in the shape of a cat at one point. I doubt they meant to cause the following moss shortage which resulted from that mess but I must get back to the point.

Then the next question everyone was asking was why Larkspur had come, and come to Sprucefort of all places. I tried asking once myself, but they simply told me about the theories they'd heard a youth and their friend arguing about under the shadow of trees while they themselves listened.

'Was it the Great Pine, the titan of a tree this village was founded around interest the former Gardenhome resident? Or did the proximity of Sprucefort to the Tigerlily Meadows interest this new plant-loving apothecary?'

They speak so weirdly yet there's some sort of charisma in those words...

Speaking of Larkspur's new job, they've settled in rather well into a white and black stone house with shiny wood floors between the Great Pine's roots where they operate out of. It's almost like a library as well, so many strange and interesting books strewn across tables or organised perfectly in shelves.

I've been teaching one of Brook's children crafting, Morning, and it seems that it's a large not of gossip amongst the youths. They seem to believe that the magic within the tree that takes their fancy, especially since they built their garden and house around it.

Speaking of the garden they gather herbs from, it's growing around and even on the walls of their home. All the plants seem to always be at full bloom through Spring and Summer, with Winter plants already growing by mid-Autumn. I have to wonder what the garden will look like in the upcoming Winter.

I got invited to walk through it once with them, I've never seen any of these plants around the village or back on Earth before, I have to wonder if they're Gardenhome specimens in particular.

Larkspur themselves never went into detail of how they acquired such interesting specimens, but they were pouring out their words about how they cared for the plants and kept them safe from rodents and bugs about. It was honestly lovely to hear them speak so earnestly with no riddle of sorts behind it.

They even gave me a lovely blue flower to take home from their garden! I keep forgetting to water it, but the flower seems rather hardy regardless. I've been making sure it has plenty of light at least.

Although, a lot of people are more in favour talking about the glowing green eyes of Larkspur and the occasional similarly coloured fog that follows them instead of their talent in botany. Occasionally when the sun shines just right you can see sparkles in that odd mist, like a glistening, ornate chandelier.

I must admit it's rather beautiful, but how else could I describe it?

Larkspur themselves has seemingly been taking an interest in me, for whatever reason. They invited me to come to the library with them, although I spent most of the time trying to organise the books properly. The Sprucefort library is really in a state of disarray, but I can't be surprised with only Sarai's boy taking care of the place.

Larkspur even tried to convince me of sorting the books by colour at one point! I had to argue how nonsensical it was, especially since the same book gets binded in different colours. Eventually I did win though, but it was hollow as I suspect from the bursts of laughter that Larkspur simply wanted to have an argument.

Although that's my latest interaction with them, and brings me little closer to understanding.

What a peculiar neighbour I have. I am no closer to understanding them then I was before I wrote this letter. I enjoy their company but I must wonder what their intentions are.

Goodbye, diary.