Broken Antler Fen [BWP] Why is Jim treating the magician poorly?

Oh, Lilitu replied, looking a little put out. Any excuse for an adventure. The concept Wraen floated out was even more difficult to grasp. Perhaps it would have been easier when she was younger. Or heck, maybe she was just sullen lately. It seemed as if she was only happy in perpetual motion, chattering away, exploring new things.

And the fen was becoming old news—and Arielle was scarce, lately. Ugh.

She shook her head at Wraen's question, then brightened up as she realized the woman offered a project. Sure! Lilitu told her aunt with enthusiasm abound, rising to her paws. How do we do it? Digging? She'd seen her mother digging sometimes, whether to expand an existing den or create a new one.

She didn't mind getting her paws dirty, especially not when there was a purpose.