Felltree Marsh be quiet and drive

mm, what a pleasant excursion this were!

she'd descended her Fleumont and crossed the moraine, seized in days past by wanderlust which urged her onward to where could be company.

it was with utmost elegance that she'd picked her way through a foul patch of land she could not imagine any ever claiming. un marais! pah, what God would ever make it? she were a finer one. on her earth, only charming things would stay.

yet, perhaps there was some appeal to this place, as no sooner did sa majeste think of a picnic, did her tough walking boot trip on a protruding limb.

venaison! oh, how ecstatic she were as she girlishly dug out the rest of the leg, dirtying her gloves by wiping away dirt and staleness. a gift from the earth itself! la reine carefully laid the meat down onto pristine snow, and laid herself down for a meal in nature.

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