Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

he speaks with the utmost excitement, a joyous voice and a question of what shikoba loves about the spine -- what possibly makes it home for her. she ponders for a quiet moment as she things, there were many blessings that she could count.

kukutux, the waterfowl woman who has showed the ways of the spine to shikoba.

moonglow itself, the land is something out of a fairy tale with its' ethereal presence and shimmer at night.

the ulaq, her home. small yet comforting, she thinks back to her first night in the territory when kukutux slept with shikoba, side by side. it was a moment of peace that she hadn't felt in many moons.

"everything" is what she comes out with. not the specific answer that taggerung expected, though she adds a tad more fluff to her one-word answer. she connects eyes with the bard as a glimmer of pride swipes over her sulfur eyes.

"shikoba likes the lake, sparkly under full moon and sun. and kukutux, leader of moonglow. very kind to shikoba-- very pretty." she thinks more and more, knowing there is more to love of her home. why else would she speak so pridefully of the spine? "and... flowers that grow there, smell sweet." she quiets herself down now, hoping that she has given the man enough evidence to create his lyrical piece.