[And thus it all began to click. Clearly, this one must have been some form of minor diety. A protector god, most likely, who had created this sacred grove and the invisible walls that repelled the seasons. Kieran might have a few uncertain feelings about ignoring the natural cycle of sleep and awakening, but surely the divine beings have a better grasp of nature than one of their children.

Kieran immediately ceased his struggling: being rude to the gods is most definitely not a very wise idea at all.]

I meant no harm! It was out of fear that I ran so heedlessly. I won't bolt again -- can you and your forest find it in you to forgive this brash mortal?