Light filtering from the canopy above backlit the crumpled list Usil stared at. Simple to-dos and chores they wrote down to keep organized and stay focused:
Trim and feed Soddy
Help repairs (Use a mending spell, NOT the one that grows plants. No repeats of the coast!)
Talk to Thorn, apologize for blatant theft (Maybe talk to Farrival about
Inspect local flora, check for reagents, and label them this time
Formally introduce self to Gannet and Ryea
Ask Grummen about more Seka fruit?
Learn Mari's secret of boundless energy.
They sighed heavily. Usil was procrastinating, unreasonably distracted about the party's travel to Bosaadak and entirely too eager explore the jungles more. There was so much to do, and too little time to do it. Too many secrets to learn as well. The Seka trees weren't terribly talkative given their impending doom, and a majority of the flora on the jungle bed were not great conversationalists (though delightful nonetheless). They'd probably have more luck getting information out of the exiles of Kas Selvess, but Usil felt any answers they got would point to Bosaadak. So more waiting. It wasn't all bad though.
The days were hot, the nights were cold, and the Koumazot Islands were more alive than any place Usil could recall. Evershoal was stuffy and crowded (though interesting in it's own right), and before that, Quillpond was quiet and tranquil. Before that, Usil had little to no memory or recollection of where they were from, so perhaps their experience is tainted by the narrow window of their experiences and memories. They couldn't help but feel that, before today, their world was a curated existence. Today, Usil felt alive.
Blessed as they were by the Yellow Lady, Usil couldn't help but feel swept up in the flow of events, guided by circumstance and an invisible hand nudging them along. They weren't really sure what in the Nine Hells they would be doing now besides being a layabout, had things not turned out they way they had. Before all of this, Usil felt emotionally flat, spiritually famished, and wholly unfulfilled; Decaying in aimless ambition and a deep-seated resentment they couldn't explain. Now, they were on an honest-to-gods adventure, traveling with new faces and old, and Usil felt alive. It pulled at an old feeling and a lost memory, and they wanted more.
Usil mused on their past; Perhaps their prior moldering existence was a needed phase? A foundation for future flourishing? After all, as they knew all too well, decay is an extant form of life.