Vreth had walked all around the TARDIS. And wherever he went, his forest grew behind him in places it should not have been able to. But when he stepped sorrowfully, that which he left behind was trapped in perpetual autumn. Leaves lay brown and broken, flowers, closed or near dead. At least that was not the case everywhere. The places where he had walked happily were in full bloom. He had no idea what people would make of what he had done, in fact he barely noticed what he had left behind in his wake. And he did not care.
Now his curiosity had lead him to the garden. For the first time, he opened the door and saw one of the ships gardens. He stopped in the doorway and looked around with wide, child like eyes. It looked real... But it wasn't. How could that be? Vreth stepped forward and allowed the door to close behind him, walking deeper into the illusion. Did the people on board long for nature? Was this all they could do? It all looked so... neat, so clean and so strange. There was nothing wild about it, nothing natural.
He walked past the sitting stranger, and straight towards a tree. There, he placed a palm gently to the bark. He smiled a touch and gently stroked the tree. Realising he wasn't alone, he turned to look at the stranger and with an enthused tone asked him, "Does this place seem real to you?" he asked.
Vreth may have looked quite odd to some people. He walked bare foot, save some scraps of linen he had wrapped around the middle of his foot. He wore a long black cloth skirt, with a black leather skirt over the top, split up the sides to show the skirt underneath, tied with belt buckles. He wore no shirt, but wore scraps of black linen around his forearms and wrists. Black paints went down one side of his face and down his neck and chest, the pattern similar to tree roots. A pair of pointed troll ears peeked out from behind long straight brown hair, and two watery blue eyes watched curiously.