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.


Time heals all most wounds...I heal the rest

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When at last the fae spoke, it was polite... But there was an edge to it that Hellene recognized all too easily, that she knew all too well. This girl had an unquenchable fire within her, one that burned within Hellene as well. Always throughout her life, she had been chastised for angering too quickly, for judging too harshly. Yet here was a femme in front of her that if allowed to remain as a loner, would turn into who Hellene used to be. A ragey varg who wanted nothing more than to be alone and to blame everyone else for her problems.

'Yes. I'm quite alright, thank you. Just having a moment to think.' The ess Rose and changed direction, her gaze coming to face her straight on, though she remained at a distance. Her gaze, however, then swooped to land upon the herbs that Hellene was carrying. Hellene chuckled - knowing how it must look to someone who didn't know a think about herbs. She was lucky she had found this many herbs to replete her stores... Especially in the dead of winter. "They are plants that help promote healing. My pack was attacked earlier in the winter and most of my stock was used up."

The fae seemed to accepted what Hellene had said and finally introduced herself. 'Sorry. It was rather rude of me not to introduce myself. My name's Cliche. Who might you be?' Hellene dipped her head, accepting the apology that had been offered. "It is nice to meet you Cliche, my name is Hellene." Her nares flared and she inhaled deeply, tasting the scent of blood on the air. "Are you injured? I can help you, if you would like?"


||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis–Zeta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan ||


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