Frogspawn Swamp The Stars Are A Mired Swamp

She’d been meaning to try it after the conversation lulled but it seemed her newfound friend (?) was a hungry one. Not a surprise if Rambles was wandering alone. Fennec didn’t comment, though amusement tickled her at his lack of hesitation. For all the annoying he carried she appreciated how authentic it felt.

Under my fur? Wait, you think I traded my actual eyes for fur eyes!? What would that even give me? She snorted at the idea and grinned. If it sounded stupid to her, he was at least creative, and he wasn’t afraid to get weird. I traded them to a swamp witch so that I could take her place. Obviously. You can’t see the future with normal eyes, and you can’t give out curses until you’ve got a curse. What would he make of that?