Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

A cheeky smile spread across her face. No, I plan 'ta pull weeds.

The water was still tonight. Despite the glow of the moon and the way the light turned the reeds a muted yellow-gray around them, the water itself remained brackish and black.

Mag observed the boy a moment and then motioned for him to stand at the lakeside with her, where the soil was loose and closer to mud. I 'ben so busy gatherin' that I haven't had dinner. Methinks, if ya want a lesson, it'll cost ya.

Fer every frog you nab fer us tonight, I'll give you one more fact. Would he take the deal? He seemed amenable to their arrangement before, and she had come when called; perhaps he did not want to risk the wet, or the cold.

The frogs would be more active in the next few hours. Being nocturnal, their activity always increased as the sun set and Mag expected their calls to be prolific, which would help Veran to hunt them.