Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

a loud guffaw erupted from her! not on yer life!

the sound rang out and filled the quiet of the greenway, echoing in to the sky where clouds had gathered. the wind pulsed, as if it had been summoned by mags to clear the air.

ain't a place fer me there. bein' bullied by someone too big fer their britches, and like-wise, giant crotch-goblins? hell or high water, i'd never. the mirth filled her sunset gaze and the rest of her carried laughter to it, but she let the raucous wave-break of her laughter fade.

if they were gonna get dinner, she'd probably ruined those chances now too.

i like my life the way it is. my bogs, my frogs, m'boy, she chuffed and reached for his cheek, playfully nipping at it, and if he flinched she'd go for his nose next. d'you think i should? fall in line, join yer crew?