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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.


Don't You Dare Forget The Sun, Love

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I Know You Lay In Bed,
Contemplating Your Own Death

She watched the water around her as it seemed to sparkle with the same magic that filled Blossom. She smiled faintly at it, then looked to her reflection. What was she really here for? What purpose? She just wanted someone who felt something towards her. Who wouldn't leave her. Ever. A voice made her audits swivel, being too caught up in her own mind to hear the approaching varge. ”What's a beautiful thing like you doing here all alone?”

She felt a blush creep over her pearly face. She smiled at him, looking at her paws. "You think I'm . . . Beautiful?" She asked softly, her liquid like voice having trouble finding the words since she had never been called such a thing. She was still smiling, but it disappeared once she realized she hadn't felt any connection towards him. Meaning only one thing ; He wasn't the one. She looked back to him, collecting herself. "I'm . . . Looking for answers I guess you could say." She gave a soft giggle.

"Dear diary, life is trying me."

Well, Just Look At What You've Done
Don't You Dare Forget The Sun, Love


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