Noctisardor Bypass Making love at the break of dawn.

Two messy children met him. One looked like a tangled ball of dirt, the other skulked behind like he was barely part of this world. Anselm wondered to himself -- were all children so weird?

Yes, earn your supper. Here. He motioned for the pair to stop, standing on a grassy knoll. Ahead of them the grass turned from green to starchy, crunchy tan -- grass that was tread often and tired. See the grass? Vhere it is cropped down and brown by little teeth. He hunched his back and motioned for them to imitate him. And see there, the hole? He motioned to where a dip in the earth revealed a blackened tunnel. This is vhere your supper is. Earn it.