foggy smoggy boggy

Atoll · 10-31-2024, 01:54 PM

The air was thick here. So thick he almost thought if he opened his mouth and lunged forward - chomp! - he might be able to get a whole bite of the atmosphere. Atoll busied himself doing just that, hopping around the mists and snapping his jaws together with a click. He was determined to explore all of the lands they laid claim to, and he was pretty that there at least two dozen of those. The ravine, these misty muggy moors... An es-toot-wary? There were a lot.

He peered between the grasses as he went, inspecting the loamy soil for new and interesting bits of growth. It seemed that a great many unique plants grew here, plenty he'd never seen before. He didn't have a clue what to call them, so each time he saw one he didn't recognize, he just counted it. Along he went, muttering under his breath, "seven... nine... ten... thirteen..." So many! He was going to run out of numbers. What about when he had to actually learn what they were called? Aw, nuts.

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