Frogspawn Swamp when she spoke the language of the universe, the stars sighed in unison

open! deirdre is on a journey toward silver creek. this thread is fwd dated to november 2nd.

she had informed emaleth of her sojourn to silver creek to find casmir, to inform him of all else that had occurred. for he had missed much in her life, now, and she was certain she had missed much in his own. she missed the mayfair greatly, and then came thoughts of the woman, rowan. surely by now her cubs had awoken to This Life, though she did not yet know!

her journey through the plateau had been swift and uneventful both. so, too, had been her shortcut through the slough, where she avoided the rocky faces and moved throughout the hilly forest. perhaps others more adverse to the element of earth might have felt great fear, but deirdre herself had been fascinated by the place! though there was little light to be seen in the cluster of that forest, even its had been a pleasure for her to endure; truly, the girl was the eternal optimist, even when faced with what others would surely deem a fright.

the pale beauty paused, now, at the swamplands that in the summer and spring would be riddled with frogsong. it was eerily quiet this autumn evening, but deirdre languished in the moonlight, preening her furs and resting her limbs for a while. she was not used to such travel, and though she yearned for donnelaith again deirdre knew she must find her brother, casmir; he would do the same for her! in fact, had he not already? it was past time she repaid him that favour.