The Nature raisers faction lived out in the forested and swampy region of Warmhearth, where exotic plants and fruits thrived. The faction itself was made up of two halves. The upper group lived higher up in the trees, closer to the fruits and vines they farmed. Likewise, the lower group lived near and in the marsh on the forest floor. There, they grew exotic flowers, lilies, and herbs used in plenty of medicines, and even raised a few animals for multiple purposes, mostly medicine, food, and pets. The region was usually hot and muggy, like any swamp was, but it wasn't bad to those living there. The region was actually quite far from the artisan region, and originally took a day's flight, or two days on foot, so the Magic crafter's made special portals to connect the factions and make travel easier, other forms of transport were for traveling to other far away lands for trade exclusively.

Flame continued to laugh and run as he made it to the other side, continuing to play keep away with Spyro before tossing the goggles back to the dragon. Spyro pouted, but wasn't mad as he put them back on his head. "You had your fun, Flame," Spyro said, "but just you wait.... You've got it coming." "Yeah, I'm sooooo scared," Flame joked, pulling Spyro into a noogie before going on to complete their task. Wumpa fruit was one of the tastiest fruits in warmhearth, and Grannie Violet had some of the best recipes, so it was lucky the anniversary was also around harvest time.

The two made their way towards the wumpa tree Camo and his father lived, laughing and joking around before Flame suddenly stopped and looked over to the side of their path. Spyro of course, was confused until he looked over where Flame was. He was looking at a small florist shop in the side of a tree with stairs winding up and around the side leading up to a house at the top. However Flame wasn't looking at the flower shop, but rather someone in it. A young elven girl, about his age, arranging flowers in various bouquets and vases as she hummed a tune. Her hair was blue like the violets she was sorting, and tied in a long, neat braid. Her skin was minty green, and her eyes were white like sparkling snow. She wore a flowing deep green scarf, a brown and green crop top, a brown skirt, green shorts, and brown knee high boots. Spyro knew exactly who Flame was looking at. Stealth, Flame's friend here in the treetops. Her real name was Stella, but Stealth was a nickname for her strange ability to turn invisible, something few elves could actually do.

"Well," said Spyro with a sly grin, "aren't you gonna ask her out?" "W-w-what!? Shut up!" Flame stuttered, though he tensed as Stealth noticed the two. She smiled, before walking over to them. "Hey Spyro, hey Flame," she said, "I wasn't expecting to see you guys here today." "Hi Stealth," said Spyro, "we were just sent for wumpa fruit, but I know Flame wanted to say hi." "Y-yeah" Flame said, he usually wasn't like this around her, "I... I did..." "Are you okay, Flame?" She asked, "you seem.... Different." "Well... Well I... I..." He went, only for Stealth to giggle. "It's cute~," she said, "but don't act so nervous, we've been friends since we were little." She then turned back to her shop. "I've got to finish these arrangements, I'll see you guys at the party," she said, waving. "Yeah, Granny is waiting," said Spyro, "later Stealth!" "Y-yeah.... Later..." Flame said.

*What is wrong with me lately.....* Flame thought to himself, holding a hand over his fluttery chest as he and Spyro finished their errand.