Field note of the day

The bogland squelches at every step, and haze stands over the water.

Today I come across a Moraran — average · plain · crest · blossom.

A tendril-kin probes everything new with its vine. Usually the shoe first.

And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Marshland. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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