Let's hope N was not too deeply absorbed in whatever was going on in his sketchbook at the moment, because there was suddenly a garland of russet foliage draped over it.

Kieran's interest had been caught pretty quickly by this serene spirit with the verdant mane. As far as he could tell, there was no threat here, so he approached with the usual utter lack of hesitation: simply trot right up behind N, and stick his big deery head right over N's shoulder, peering down good-naturedly at what N was doin'.