Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't wanna end up like Sonny Bobo.

Hmmm, Lilitu said dubiously as Arielle voiced her opinions on bugs. It wasn't that she didn't believe her sister, more that the blanket assumption sort of quashed her exploration of the world and all its creepy-crawlies. Still, she couldn't deny that flowers were prettier than insects.

That being said, they were in short supply, lately. Have you seen any pretty ones? All the ones I've seen are all wrinkly and brown, she pouted, frowning deeply. Gone were the vibrant hues of late summer, of even the golds and reds of the season's change. Everything seemed so drab.

But maybe it was just the plateau. God, she hated it here!