Sawtooth Spire sailing through the mist, into the abyss, if you knew, would you sail out to me?

Wylla had a simple philosophy in life: don't touch weird shit.

How unfortunate for her that her daughter was a connoisseur of weird shit, the weirdest by far being this gigantic worm. A full-bodied shudder worked its way from her ears to her tail, prompting her to back as far into the den as possible. Her hindquarters touched the back wall, but still the Eisen recoiled further into herself, disgusted and uncharacteristically frightened of her daughter's unusual find.

Phaedra, on the other hand, seemed quite comfortable with her mutant worm friend. Get away from that thing! Wylla hissed as it curled around her daughter's face and slithered toward her nape, but she was too petrified to physically force the worm away from Phaedra. You shouldn't go poking in random holes! You could get bit by a bear or a mongoose or a wolverine! More like outright killed when it came to any of those animals at her size, but being bit was enough of a threat, right?

Her daughter thought the worm was funny, so Wylla could already anticipate her response, but that didn't stop her from quietly requesting, can you take that... that thing... outside, sweetie?