Filthy Mess

Ugh, even in the Oasis, the one pretty part of the Grounds, memory mud was encroaching on everything. Zariah hated it with a passion, and that was probably why it was found in such vast quantities here. It was perfectly at home amongst the other filth that called the Hollowed Grounds home. Disgusting. Halo might’ve been a frozen desert but at least it was clean. Beyond irritated with the squirming mud, she set to work to clear it away from the only place in the Hollowed Grounds she briefly on the rare occasion missed. Zaps of lightning herded globs of memory mud out and away from the Oasis, sending it squirming for its stupid little existence to the fields. Where mud belonged of course. zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.