Mud Run

There is a glimmer of delight in her lilac eyes as Skald bows with a flourish. She returns his dazzling smile with a coy uplifting of the corners of her own mouth and bows a dainty curtsy herself.

She waits while he muses patiently and perks her ears as he starts to mention his favorite place. Oh, the impish rogue! She narrows her eyes at his cheekiness but it's a jest as her own smirk betrays her.

"I've seen the mangrove, that was actually where I raced Deluge! It was a nice place for sure, I didn't get much of a chance to explore it though." She had no idea the secret it held in the nighttime and found it rather ordinarily enchanting in its own right with the large looping roots and swaths of moss curtains. "I haven't been to a boneyard, massive you say? Like as big as cow bones?" She asked, fully interested. She wondered if the soil would be especially rich and hold some potent herbs.