The world was a big place, full of unknowns, and it could be difficult to accept the fact that you were just one tiny part of it. That, no matter how far you roamed and how much you grasped for, you would never see or know or receive even a fraction of what was really out there. The creatures of the world are forever insignificant and there is always something more out there. It was easy to forget to just be happy with what you had.

Hawthorn hesitated at the edge of the water when Alice invited him up, looking uncertainly at the stretch of rotting wood covered in lichen and moss, and then to the green, algae-infested water beneath it. He could only imagine the scenario if her estimations were wrong and the log were not capable of holding both their great weights. Well, worst case, they would both be very wet and a little smelly and more than a little embarassed... but perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing. They were both awkward by nature, so maybe they just needed something they could mutually be awkward about.

With a shrug of his large, rounded shoulders, the Medicine Man crouched and then leapt for the base of the log, just beneath Alice's perch. He scrambled for a moment, not very cat-like and not at all used to trying to balance on such a precarious surface, before finding his footing and carefully treading up the log to stand beside Alice. Bits of moist, rotten bark came loose and gave away beneath his claws, forcing the depths of his blue eyes down now and then, but everything else seemed to hold together for the most part.

The smile he gave her was one that was both sheepish for his own clumsiness, and also a little faltering - not because of any sort of unhappiness, but it was hard to smile when he had left his comfort zone of being on solid ground. Hawthorn wasn't one, however, to avoid pushing his own limits for those who were important to him. He would push limits, boundaries, zones of comfort, and he would bend and not break for them.

"You speak truth," he agreed with a slow and careful nod of his head, not willing to move so suddenly while perched up on the old log. "Because we have so many... very different souls amongst us... It makes us, mm... adaptable, as a group. With different capabilities and different ways of thinking comes an abundance of, ah, angles for handling a problem..." After a thoughtful pause, he added, "It also makes life a lot less, mm... boring, no? Tell me about yourself, Miss Alice."