Black Morass star

even at a slow pace, she doubled her strides. short thick limbs did not eat up the ground as graciously as the reverend mother but she made up for it with her pace.

here the canopy parted, it allowed the shining of solentia to grow strong. it was not enough to kill the cold of winter but it invited the idea of warmth. illusions of what might grow if this land was tended to. if she closed her eyes, she could picture it in the spring. thawed and full of new growth.

i agree, her eyes opened and her voice carried her whimsy with it. will you tell me what you desire to be grown? what might bring them the most honor or what will find use in this home?

she is thinking of things like will bring joy. she is thinking of things that might bring darkness.

there must be balance in all things.