'Onestly. Ye chiles act like dis en't e'er happen!


Simple, mild---may ye mind when dere be a far more hahmful curse a-commin'. Dey always do. 

Just as winter come onnit's wings too. Feh. 

Dis be why she stray from it...same tings she hear, more and more...


Mmn. 

Waiting.  

Indulgence shoul' be practiced wit' restraint.

Sometin' de people o'de City ne'er do. Achin' from de trut' still?


Hm! It be de lusty mont' o'May. Summah be on it's wings soon.

An' be de misery bahk where it be meant t'be?

De more ye smiled, de more morose ye be t'day, hnn?


May de spring come. An' wit it, blossoms and warm babies, aye it be time fo' rebirt'. Fo' de daughter t'return to de mot'er, an' for de snow t'be wiped from de lands...

Hm.

Tia be glad she only taught ye pups certain tings...an' dat Dee Ess an' Miss Silvertounge were de only ones in her 'extra' class. 



Winds be changin'...times draw nearer...she cannae almost smell de sweet air o'de swamp... 


[ooc: Strikes heavily muttered, it would take -quite- a few listen-tos to understand just some of what she said. <3]