The Floodlands Tickle your cheek and take your throne, pump your veins with gushing gold.

Evening was lucky enough that very soon the sun would slip below the horizon because Ceara was kind of too busy being dumbfounded to notice.  Um, what?  Are you dayblind or somethin'?  She had only seen one day-blind wolf, and that she-witch had been creepy enough with her sunken moon eyes.  Um, okay, though.  I will.

She waited until the sun had set in relative awkward silence, and then unceremoneously announced 'Kay, it's night now.  So, what's up with you?