Noctisardor Bypass the longships

upon each of them, the unlevel stacks, was a large chorus of smaller slugs. they had created a silver-weaving of trails together, and stood as if enchanted by the moon itself.
mahler watched them for a moment, but said nothing. instead he looked to druid and to bracelet, to see especially what the little serpent might make of this sight.
the best sort of slugs arrived to these grounds, he suspected. it was rich with moist and thickened moss, which he knew would be beaded with morning dew in the early hours.