A SECRET PASTIME.

[a_bloodspeaker]

[Adra is in the woods: specifically, he is in a pond in the woods, half-naked, humming to himself.  The tattoos on his body are glowing a light blue as he bends over a set of lilypads, fiddling with a number of twigs.  A chorus of frogs accompanies him,  hopping out of the water and onto the pads occasionally, and he seems quite soothed by their

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[madcowrunning]

[Bawsie is out thinning the local wolf population again. She has one slung over her shoulder as she walks by. Lost in her thoughts, she walks right by at first then comes to a sudden halt and does an about face. Then she stares, taking in the elf, the frogs, and the little houses.

She doesn't laugh or even smile. In fact, she looks a bit perplexed. Don't frogs -like- rain?]

[a_bloodspeaker]

[scowls] Something to say, you slack-jawed murderer?

[madcowrunning]

[Bawsie arches a brow at the elf and turns around to wander off in search of more wolves to murder. On her way down the path, she spears a lost little frog with her sword and drops it into a small pouch she uses to carry things she might find useful in her alchemy. If anything, frog legs for a snack sound good later.]

[a_bloodspeaker]

[scowls after her] MURDERING LOUSE! I thought your kind had RESPECT for nature! Disgusting!

[madcowrunning]

[She respects nature. It is for eating, among other things. Rest assured, she'll give the wee little frog a proper burial later. Bawsie wanders back into the forest, ignoring the elf's shouting and quite possibly smiling to herself.]