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Larkspur wondered at times what it was like to be in Snapdragon's head while they observed the almost no-reaction about the state of their mother. They didn't judge, Larkspur perhaps had always been the more... emotional sibling, even if they kept the reactions to themselves. Still, it would be nice if they could find someone who wouldn't overreact, but would allow them to feel... comfortable in mourning. They passed their tongue across their muzzle, a subtle sign of distress given there was nothing to be lapped away though they allowed the conversational topic to flow on once more. "Not long, though I think I've been here a bit longer than you," Larkspur said, trying to think about their time. 'Season' was an unreliable measurement for them given they'd traveled all the way to the north where the ground was coated in snow at all times and was presently, traveling farther south to where the air would be warm and humid according to their sparing associates. "I've found a sparing few place with good wind but so far, everywhere I've been has been forest or cliff-sides." They gave a quick, harsh little shake to fluff out their fur against the cold, their feathers ruffling in distaste for being disturbed in such a manner. "The northern-most part of your territory has better wind," Larkspur advised, thinking about the border scent. "Though it is cold, so you should venture carefully." --- Text. Speech. Thoughts. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
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