Jade Fern Grove azul

like a sultry ophelia, silvertongue had arranged herself amid the ferns, a picture of shattered maidenly desperation. footsteps sounded, and she looked up over the feathery leaves to see a tall man moving through the grove. was this the infamous bonnie? silvertongue certainly hoped so. "ah! señor! here, please," she called out in a voice filled with false pain, slithering one paw toward him in beckoning. "i have hurt myself." the paw remained over her belly; she gave a soft moan. if this was indeed who she sought, silvertongue had several ideas how best to keep her promise for the nornir of kvarsheim.