The Children Of The White Lions: Volume 02 - Prophecy - Plot & Excerpts
This was getting old. Yet another series of interconnected ponds and puddles blocked their path. Evergreens, stunted oaks, and willowy briarbirches lined the opposite side of the marsh, taunting them with the promise of dry, firm land. Smoke lowered her head to sniff the stagnant water immediately before their stopped party. With a disappointed huff and shake of her head, the horse made her opinion of the mucky water known. Kenders peered down at the pale green film covering the surface and wrinkled her nose. A large belch of swamp air burst from the surface a dozen paces away, startling her. Kenders turned up her lip. The Marshlands were disgusting. The air reeked of rotting plants and old eggs, the foul putridness having but one redeeming quality in that it covered her own malodorous scent. Her last proper wash had been week ago at a crossroads inn. Grime and grit covered her from head to toe. No one had spoken since they had stopped.
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