[ Ivan turns his head to look at the person who found themselves in the same area during his wandering. His first thought was to smile and try to bring up that easy going facade, but there was something about this person that made him feel like it wasn't necessary to bother.

He watches, at the very least, as Minato touched the grass, looking at the blade himself as he crouches next to him to take one between his fingers. ]

Yes, although it might be more accurate to say it's my first tree that looks more like pictures and passages. Even the grass feels different.

[ Drawing his hand back, his gaze drew upward again. ]

Whoever made this put more effort into it than the place I grew up did, at the very least. Although, you sound more like you've seen real nature.