Noctisardor Bypass flora’s secret

children were subjects of perpetual Brownian motion, always cross-questioning, always cross-examining. he was currently browsing the not-so-vicious real estate market, admiring property closer to the heart of noctisardor. afar, he noticed the snake-charmer pawing the earth.

miasma tempered with his heart at the thought of anything adjacent to the subject; childbed, mothers, innocence, what have you. he had avoided mothers and children insofar.

upon further inspection, druid boasted a grotesque tumor on one leg. as he stalked closer with a low gaze; did he make out a snake. as if some scaled lariat did the ophidian cling to the girl like a sticker. sniffing with surprise, “do you know you have a snake on your leg?”