Totoka River a bookshelf, lined with published love letters to the moon.

wrapping up with permission <3

while she was some ways away, indra caught most of the white sylph's mutterings. something about plants, or mold -- she was neither a medic, a toxicologist, nor a herbalist -- the subject matter did not seem particularly interesting to her.

she could have -- and should have -- called the argent's attention, but indra didn't. lapping from the water with an idle look, the redleaf coolly gazed at both and then turned on thin legs to disappear into the hinterlands.