 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Breigh frowned as she craned her neck a little more and peered over several shoulders at the swamp. She was sure she could list off a few ANIMALS that might inhabit it, but plants?
Her mouth twisted as she tried her hand at recollection. She loved the outdoors and exploring above and beyond all things. She loved collecting strange things too. She was just incredibly lacking in any methodical documentation or identification. Her whole room was full of jars, jugs and sheaf's of paper with the strange, bizarre and wonderful and she had been quite content for them to remain that way: strange, bizarre, wonderful.
Now, as she peered at the stagnant broth, she was beginning to think perhaps a little more studious nature on her behalf wouldn't have hurt so much. Now, she was wondering what WAS in those jars and jugs.
"Leaping toadstool?" It was a mild input, and one which she had little confidence in, but toadstools definitely sounded like something that would live in a swamp. Like toads....yup. It made sense.
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I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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