Lost Creek Hollow if you want, you can marry

yeesh, it took him a moment. sionnach was too busy taming mud, of course, to comment some witty but devastating remark about how slow he was -- but by the time sionnach's author thinks of something clever, ashlar was right next to sionnach having a grand old time.

sionnach was pleased to stomp about, delighted by the splatter of dark liquid that went every which way and obnoxiously painted her pelt a different color (she could just see the milkmaid griping about how filthy she was, when she came in for supper). however, ashlar didn't have the same luck -- sionnach froze as she realized other than he was obviously muddy, he really wasn't a concerningly different shade of color. marching up to him with a bossy coo, sionnach slomped through the thickest of mud (accruing a thick grime of muddy sheen in the process) before she made to the grass patch besides them. ripping at the grass like a cat on catnip, sionnach then rolled fervently in her own mess -- staining her pelt green and brown in the process.