Nathaniel noticed, though he didn't comment. He simply smiled faintly, holding the fruit up into the light. "I envy you," he admitted after a moment. "Perhaps if we were so lucky, we would have fewer troubles living on this world." He squeezed the fruit faintly, and then placed it in his own pocket. "Fruit has become the staple for my people. Meats, and juices, and alcohols - spices, herbs. We've had to be quite careful in cultivating it in order to match our needs... but few things grow as well, or produce as much, as our trees."

The air was clear. The soil fertile. And there was an energy that practically hummed through the air - concentrating in the people around her. Magic.