The Floodlands The driving force of nature

Arthendal.  So that was what they called themselves.  She woundered if Arthendal had a meaning behind it or a purpose like Silver Creek which had obviously been named after their silver colored creek.  Perhaps though Arthendal was just a name that had been choosen because the leaders had liked the sound of it.  Of course none of this she would actually ask Absinthe out of politeness, but still she was curious.

The treaty seemed well in place now and Spring decided that now would be a good time for this meeting to end.  "It was a pleasure meeting you both Absinthe, Alekto.  I have better get going now back to the creek now though."  The she began to turn to walk away, but hesitated a little, just incase there was anything else that they felt would need to be discussed.  Otherwise she would proceed to leave the scene.