Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

weejay followed aengus' gaze to the trees around them: there was evergreen and fir, blue spruce and sitka -- but she did not see any cypress. she frowned, for she didnt know if they liked wetter habitats. "hmmmm." weejay hummed, squinting as she scanned the foliage. maple, oak, yew -- no cypress.

"i don't see any. it's like one of those," she pointed at the deciduous trees. "but they grow tall and thin like a weird stick." weejay giggled - she didn't think aengus looked like a tall, thin, or weird stick. "i like those names." she affirmed absently, realizing they sounded way more exotic than the names she knew. "my brother's name is elfie! it stands for elwood junior." somehow, that didn't seem as cool as aengus/tiarnach/sionnach, though... but weejay didn't know that it was because it was a familiar word that had been bled of its exoticness for her.