Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

No, Frolic replied, moving off in her chosen direction.

They were in agreement about the strange, stabby plants. But she didn’t know what kind of souvenir she’d like to bring back instead. Her eyes cut from left to right as they trotted along, searching for inspiration. The bright, colorful flowers soon faded on either side, leaving the pair of traveling pants sisters in something of a dust bowl.

Frolic halted suddenly to reassess, the sparkle of water catching her eye in the distance. She veered slightly to the left after exchanging a glance with Ceridwen. If nothing else, they could fetch a drink. This place was rather dry and dusty.