Ouroboros Spine lambent, flashing, red and white.

Harlyn found herself hooked on Mordecai's every word, her thirst for all of the knowledge he could share with her running rampant in her veins. She gave another soft smile and looked back ahead, studying all that there was to see and gleaning from it all that it could tell. She took a deep breath--her 30th or 40th since being accepted--still somehow unable to get enough.

She'd chill out eventually. "You've done amazingly," Harlyn complimented, "The trees are so healthy. Hardly a single one shows any deformity or high level of fungus growth. They're good and strong." It was an idle comment; not one to which she expected any sort of response. Her mouth held within it a very loose tongue. The Cinderloch was no keeper of secrets. Her thoughts were unbridled and told freely, whether requested or not.

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