Sun Mote Copse A cornucopia of goods

Puzzled by her father's insistence to follow him, Weejay did so -- but not without some lagging. She was so tired all the time, so sleepy -- and lately, had been grumpy too.

This was new for Weejay, and, known to many, a side-effect of being perpetually hungry.

What she came upon, however, caused her to root in her tracks. Fish, on land. Not just like fish pulled from the banks, but fish on stone like flowers on a field. The where what why hows she would normally ask (and the polite greetings she'd have given to all present, Wraen, Penn, and Towhee) were formally done away with. Without even a curtsy, Weejay dove frantically for the nearest fish and gobbled it down.