Cricket Creek Bog look to your soul, for these things that you know

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weejay spared a slim smile as she looked at aengus, who clearly looked like he was about to fall over. he looked like an overworked cart-horse, and if wolves could sweat, would probably be perspiring so bad he'd make the swamp smell dandy. slowing her pace even further, weejay deigned to walk.. but it was hard, because she was pretty damn anxious to show him the spot where she was 99.99% sure cypress trees were.

"we can walk," weejay answered, even though her tone sounded just the smallest bit disappointed. for a few steps they walked in silence; weejay was too awkward to offer much conversation, even though she wanted to talk non-stop with her new friend. she just hadn't conquered her nerves yet - she didn't want him to think she talked too much, or that she was boring..