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

yeh, she was almost out of breath, being a fatass (even on her reduced-frog diet), and was glad when he stopped his hopping.

here, or ah, her tongue was drooping from one side of her mouth. there was mud on it, though mag acted like she didn't taste that. anywhere ya wan' go? m' partial ta these wetter places - but uhm, winter'll be hard.

she paced, and then as she came upon him where he stood staring, and draped herself over his shoulder, making puppy eyes. so? hmmm?