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

His reaction brought a laugh from her which silenced the rest of the bog. Booming out of her, until it was nothing but watery eyes and a big smile upon her face. Aye! These ones're fine, I think, she nudged the remaining frog in front of her, the one missing a leg.

I've seen some, and tasted some - sent me spiralin' for hours! Methinks washing them before eatin' is a good practice. I heard talk back home -- here she paused, caught for a moment in a tenderness she did not expect, thinking of the place she'd abandoned and the people there.

It didn't last long. A breath, maybe.

Some critters have the bitter skin. Smaller they are, the stronger it is. Might be why nobody knows about it - I always go fer the biggest, fattest!