[center][h3][color=green][b]Wormwood[/b][/color][/h3][sup][b]Interacting with:[/b]
Squig[sup][h3][b]Location:[/b] [i]The river by Nibby's Cottage[/i] [color=a9a9a9]||[/color] [b]Action:[/b] [i]N/A[/i] [color=a9a9a9]||[/color] [b]Emotion:[/b] [i]N/A[/i] [/h3][/sup][/sup][/center]
Amidst the sound of the creek babbling neath the stretch of the overpass, crickets played their peaceful melody as the frogs filled the silence between with the low baritone of their croaks. 

It almost sounded as though the river sang, a sleepy aria broken by the beat of a passing horse over the bridge that lead to Hearth or if one listened carefully enough their ears would be pricked by the sound of a faint off-key chirp unlike a cricket or a birds. It was coming from a small creature sat atop a moss covered rock, happily knawing at its own tail as it sang to nobody in particular.

Wormwood was right at home under the bridge, where it was dark, dank and damp. Somewhere he could splash around and if he was lucky eat a dead fish or something other than the odd pebble. Daylight hurt his eyes so the shade of the bridge was one comfort he had when he wasn't meandering about the woods to the south, wherever south was he knew that his hidey-hole was in that general direction. 

Along with the Kobold happily chirping, a small [i]scree[/i] came from the little grub that had taken a spot on the head of its dimwitted owner, almost like Squig were singing with Wormwood as the two waited for the sun to dip, night time would be time when they would make for the village to rummage through the hooman's trash.