Hog Wild

When the rainbow marked man asks her about the Spires in Boreas her guard drops a little further, a solid shake chasing tension from her body, motes and spores dancing in the muted red light. "Can't say I've found much worth mentionin' in Boreas, certainly not Spires... They show up all 'o a sudden like this?" She tipped her head to the upturned earth behind them. "If 's'not tunnels, somethin's been tearin' th' earth up," But even bears weren't big enough to cause that sort of damage, were they?

Seafoam eyes flicked towards the strangers mismatched pair. "Wanna try'n get ter th' bottom o' this?" She turned her eyes back towards the field, wondering if it was advisable to step foot down there, or if they were better off skirting around it completely...

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