Thankfully, being seelie, Mouxsie has a duty to do good. Though, also to keep entrusted feywild secrets from exposure. She responds to Tarvis.
I still have plenty of cleanin' before the final work complete.



Mouxsie looks to Llelanni.
Winter is near. Shouldnt you be planting those summer lotus seeds for stratification? I can feel chilblain weather coming!

Llelanni is taken aback. She wonders how Mouxsie knows about the seeds. Though, if anyone should know about spring and summer flora it would be such a nature spirit of the fey.
By the fireside, the orcs are warming themselves and dining on the last of the sizzling boar. Under cover of darkness, the slough moves into a subtle transformation. Great horned owls herald the events, letting others know where they live by making low, gentle hoots. Their voices have a hypnotic and rhythmic hooting pattern. Beckoning the orcs to fall into the natural magic of their sleep inducing songs.
The warm air cools, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. A thick layer of fog lowers over the yellow leaf covered, dark, swamp water surface. The tallest trees have become bear, creating more visibility to the landscape to reveal the silver moon. Red maples contribute to the unveiling of Winter's adornments with dark red flowers and distinctive seed pods trapped for now in shadow.