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300+ For Ember!
More often than not, Honoré found himself faced with strange phenomena. There were many things he just couldn't understand. Hydrology, for example, was a science far beyond his comprehension. For someone whose area of expertise involved eating alarming amounts of ketchup, it was virtually impossible for him to understand how sinkholes were formed, or where they came from. His explorations had led him to Mersey Lagoon on a humid summer evening, following a particularly rainy month of August. Just recently, the sun had (finally!) brought for high temperatures. And although the weather had been thoroughly enjoyable for a few days now, it hadn’t been enough to dry out the entirety of the pack lands. This seemed like a perfectly normal thing to him, considering the large amount of rain to have befallen the lands this season. Little did he know, however, that water from floodplains (such as this one) never evaporated.
So the Gatlvska was faced with a dilemma. He could either go home, or courageously work his way through the swamp by following the occasional patches of grass sprouting from the murky waters. A hard decision indeed! He was a long way from his cottage, and he felt particularly adventurous. On the flip side, he feared his beautiful coat of ivory would not make it out intact. Sure, mud was easily washed off, but cleanliness was not his only worry. There were a lot of holes littering the area, some of which sent shivers down his spine. No force of nature could’ve made holes that big! There was no doubt about it: something big was hiding in there, below the wet lands. Honoré wrinkled his nose, clearly mind-boggled. A lot of things could dig holes: a mole was a good example. But no mole could’ve made holes that big. A giant worm of some sort, maybe? Although he’d never seen a worm any bigger than his little toe, one could not exclude the possibility. Oh, how troubling!
More often than not, Honoré found himself faced with strange phenomena. There were many things he just couldn't understand. Hydrology, for example, was a science far beyond his comprehension. For someone whose area of expertise involved eating alarming amounts of ketchup, it was virtually impossible for him to understand how sinkholes were formed, or where they came from. His explorations had led him to Mersey Lagoon on a humid summer evening, following a particularly rainy month of August. Just recently, the sun had (finally!) brought for high temperatures. And although the weather had been thoroughly enjoyable for a few days now, it hadn’t been enough to dry out the entirety of the pack lands. This seemed like a perfectly normal thing to him, considering the large amount of rain to have befallen the lands this season. Little did he know, however, that water from floodplains (such as this one) never evaporated.
So the Gatlvska was faced with a dilemma. He could either go home, or courageously work his way through the swamp by following the occasional patches of grass sprouting from the murky waters. A hard decision indeed! He was a long way from his cottage, and he felt particularly adventurous. On the flip side, he feared his beautiful coat of ivory would not make it out intact. Sure, mud was easily washed off, but cleanliness was not his only worry. There were a lot of holes littering the area, some of which sent shivers down his spine. No force of nature could’ve made holes that big! There was no doubt about it: something big was hiding in there, below the wet lands. Honoré wrinkled his nose, clearly mind-boggled. A lot of things could dig holes: a mole was a good example. But no mole could’ve made holes that big. A giant worm of some sort, maybe? Although he’d never seen a worm any bigger than his little toe, one could not exclude the possibility. Oh, how troubling!