Noctisardor Bypass i will hold this house up with my own two hands

phaedra's voice was a piper carrying skaigona away. she followed where the tall flaxen girl led. the winds and smells around her shifted, but they did not go so far that the girl was not afraid of returning.
her mind now, expanded under the magickal tutelage of the willowwhisp yearling;
skaigona peered past the ankle of her maestro with a simpering hmmm and a protracted huffing of several emotions at once.
"a wock."
a smooth, pretty rock. skaigona's eyes narrowed with determination and her tail stuck up wiry and bottlebrush. the girl stalked forward, looking around for things that might match this criteria.
we do not have your blasted token
"can't find a blasted WOCK!" she exclaimed, with loud theatrics.
ears thrust forward; she watched phaedra for a response.
by and by she came to the stream, and trundled into it. what luck it was to find herself tripping over one of the honorary offerings themselves!
soaked, she held it up to phaedra with a laugh.