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

whatcha picture here?

she gave a shrug, which, given her bulk and her position, served to topple her a bit - and she tried to use him as a brace, except they were tangled together now and when she tipped over, he tipped too.

down they went! ahk!!

a puddle? could be worse. she was laughing and adjusting as they tumbled. and when that ended, she sighed and gave a whistful look to her blue-eyed boy.

i jus' wanna live, veran. eat m'frogs, play wid' flowers. dun think we need a plan fer that, do we? naw. imagine - yer garden fulla fat toads, n'such!