Cerulean Cove — When the Earth Speaks

Larkspur's ears pricked the first time they heard Reed yell, but rather than get up and try to draw her attention, the wolf elected to remain where they were on the warm sand. They watched with patient amusement, a slight wave of exhaustion washing over them at the sheer energy the other was capable of exerting in everything she did. Reed was a fun wolf to be around, but sometimes Larkspur gets winded just thinking about trying to approach life with quite that much vigour for anything outside of rare occasions. They raised a single wing in greeting when Pip began flying toward them, leading Reed to where the wolf was resting with the irritating plants all still trying to push vague images into their head at once while still ignoring their requests to root deeper. They quickly pulled their spread wing in front of themself to shield against the wave of sand that flew through the air, impacting lightly against the glossy feathers before sliding back to the ground. They chuckled lightly, shaking the wing out. "Hello Reed," they greeted pleasantly. "I haven't seen Balthazar today - figured he was asleep." As they spoke however, the flurry of images being pressed toward them from the plants became ven more intense, hundreds of utterly conflicting bits of information pushed toward them as Reed spoke of a 'a giant thing.' "No I'm not really busy," Larkspur noted, folding a wing back toward themself and allowing it to meld back into their body. Tossed their head with annoyance toward the sand they'd been staring at, "The plants have been refusing to grow. They're distracted by some creature roaming the land but trees couldn't tell a stag from a frog - perhaps that's the creature that you've heard of?" --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.