Dragoncrest Cliffs You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

It happened so quickly and so suddenly that he could only groan from the ache left behind. His guts were rank, and even after being emptied twice over, Sobo felt like there was something churning inside him. That was the last time he would ever eat an unfamiliar leaf.

At least now he knew what they did, and knew what shape to avoid in the future. It was not the poison variety that made the skin itch, for he had experienced that as well several days prior, but a different and seeming innocuous sort of ivy. How cruel that something so lovely and innocent could have such a profoundly negative effect on his digestion!

Mireille piped up with another suggestion. Sobo wrinkled his nose, hastening away from the twin messes he’d left in the grass. Hopefully it rained soon and washed that all away. Mwen konnen, mwen konnen, he grumbled, licking his chops with a disgusted grimace at himself. Sheesh. You’d think he was born yesterday and Mireille was delivered into the lap of stuffy royalty, the way she carried herself sometimes. What a pain in the butt she was!

Èske w ap vini nan dlo a? he asked, pausing in his awkward sore-bum-waddle to peer back at her.