Whitefish River Scourge

Stuff was weird. But that was a given. She wasn't fond of uncertain answers. With uncertain answers she instead went and made something up because that is, after all, what you should totally do. It might not make sense, but whatever. She would make the world work. Much better to just say nope, everything was ok.

The bad thing about the rain meant they'd been kept away from the river, but again, she'd gone and found her own solution -- not too far away was a low point in the ground that had gathered a nice little pool of water. And well, now it was no longer water. In fact, Nutmeg now probably better resembled a particularly prickly swamp monster -- it had probably lightened the color brown she was, though. But now she rambled back to look for @Primrose or @Ira who hadn't been privy to her bit of wandering as far as she knew.