When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.


I Just Want You to Know Who I Am


Ylva smiled, being able to hear her wonderful brother's vocals, which she never thought she'd hear again.. It seemed like a dream. She took a deep breath, closing her teal eyes for a small moment and revealed them once again. "Very, very slim. But we are lucky to do so."

Mabbit seemed to have some realization of sorts. "But...You were dead... Everyone... Was dead..." Ylva sighed softly. She never died, what was he...oh. The memory came back to her. "I had to feint my death. Or I would of died. I placed myself as a scout in the trees and when I tried to escape they almost caught me." Ylva nudged her little brother, smiling softly, trying to rid the bad memories from her mind. "Yes, many died. There's nothing we can do now unfortunately. But we should rejoice having the living with us, yes?" Ylva nuzzled her brother again, hopefully sending the message that she was there and everything would be fine.

"Soothing Words" Graceful dances.


/ Lass /\\ Young Adult /\\ Bonds /\\ Heirs /\\ Home \\
// Rosie <3 \\

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