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.

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A most scrumptious shiver trembled down Kirastasia’s spine when Milo spoke into her ear. The grey-dusted alphess possessed such a cute voice—a clear and high soprano that had the musical trill of birdsong. When the ice princess initially joined Munashii, she had not been intending to do anything productive at all; she’d been high as a bird catching a thermal, wandering like a leaf in the wind, stumbling into the pack meeting my purest accident. Kira might not have even stayed if Kahlan hadn’t appeared in the forest. Yet the more time she spent with Milo, the more she learned about the petite wolfess with her sky-eyes, the more Kirastasia realized she wouldn’t mind sticking around. Milo’s heart overflowed with simple kindness. She obviously enjoyed playing like a little kid. Who better to give her loyalty to than a Queen as lighthearted as this ivory lass?

“Aw, Miss Milo, you flatter me.” Kira flashed a glittering movie star smile, tossing her head so that water droplets flew from her fur like diamonds. She shrieked indignantly when her lyrics were met with a slosh of water spurting right at her face and her open mouth—only to break down into ferocious giggles, rising up on her hind legs to bring her forelegs down with smashing force to aim a tsunami toward Milo in “revenge.” Soon the brindled dancer was racing around the shallow pool, soaking wet, laughing as if her sides would split, attempting to dodge any other splashes Milo tried to attack her with.

“Where have you been all my life?” Kirastasia crooned. She dove under and resurfaced like a shark mere inches from Milo, maw opened wide in a manic smile that showed off every sharp point of her teeth. “RAWR! Sea monster attack!”



why? 'cause I'm the boss!

【Heiress of Malignant – pining for Kahlan – daughter of Kershov x Queens – sister to Kavik – LSVK】



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