Cricket Creek Bog noms away

Hee <3

If you had asked Toad to describe the sound that came out of the other as the greeting hit her, Toad would have greatly struggled. It was a bit like what you would get if you took a short scream and diluted it with sugar and mud. Toad's ears flew backward and she gasped shortly, unsure what to make of this.

Then, the girl grinned at her and said a resounding greeting back, clearly thrilled at having a new person to talk to. Toad couldn't help but smile wider, the creature's infectious enthusiasm making her heart thump with a comfortable optimism. She laughed loudly at the yellow-eyed girl's observations, her voice booming and loose. I've never been described that way, but it fits! Toad wondered to herself if there really could be mud spirits that had given her a muddy colouration. Surely not, but it seemed like a good idea for a tall tale.

I'm Toad! Consider us friends! There was something about this lovely young woman that made her very happy. Perhaps it was written right there in her namesake; she was like a spirit, fun-loving and very trusting. What a silly creature. Where'd you come from, Whimsy? Toad asked, stepping closer to her.