leaves of spring

Hmmm, the ground here was soggy, squishy but not... puddle-y. It was nice, for a change. So many places were coated in mud, like just about every square inch of Abaven's lands (which was quite annoying). But she decided to head here, and she noted new growth on the trees, a smile on her face. On her back rode Farrym - the sand cat was now mature, she was certain, or nearing it; he was still so tiny but hadn't grown for a while. But either way, he was with her; she hadn't traveled with him for so long and felt quite bad about it. But here, yes, this was good.

set before Finch thread


"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"