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"Sarnor, dear! It's me, Sedona!" The words were light on the breeze, like a song from the nearby birds. The voice was acknowledged by a mere rumble from deep within the gardens. Sarnor lay within, halfway submerged in the crystalline pools. The water flowed between their open ribs to swell about the foliage within. They remained quiet even as the other keb neared. "SO," the lady began, "I have been in ill fortune lately. I decided to see if you would turn that around!" Sedona's uttering was full of glee and expectancy. It pleased her that her friend's response was so timely; "The rosemary just arrived." Sarnor huffed, slowly rising from the pristine bath. Turquoise liquid surged like waterfalls from their deep fur, emptying enough so that there was only a puddle within their stomach. Although they deeply appreciated Sedona's energy, they could do little to try to match it. Nevertheless their companion remained ever so eager. The witch took to the druid's side as they began to

First Of Many "WHAT?! You don't know what Valentine's Day is?!" Much to Diphy's dismay, Rhone had transformed into a bristled ball of fur! Her friend's jaw hung low and she was simply without words for a few good heartbeats. She stammered, her gesture changing from genuine bewilderment to minor confusion, her eyebrows twitching as she tried to make sense of it. Eventually.. Rhone's wide-eyed stare was interrupted with a single blink, and she laughed. Diphylleia let loose a gentle sigh of relief as Rhone approached, giving her a nuzzle on the forehead. "That's OK. I think I get it. No one brought little cards or letters, flowers or chocolates to your temple?" Rhone asked, tilting her head back towards Diphylleia as they went on their way through the woods. The other keb's eyes averted, unsure of the query. "Only one. I didn't know it had meaning, though." She responded quietly, viewing the wilderness around her. Now that winter was fading, the Mythic trees were beginning to lose