Someone climbs quickly for a two-legger! Daine follows her progress with interest from her perch in a neighboring tree, then takes off to follow her up into the canopy itself, intrigued. There's no trace of wild magic about the woman, but Daine can't help but feel a sort of kinship with anyone who'd scale a tree for no reason but the joy of it - who'd perch in the highest places and laugh.

She can't help herself. She flits onto a branch a few arms' lengths away from the woman and joins in, her starling song a liquid run of chirps and burbles and clicks.