OIA'I'O
"Many things. It has many of the properties of memory snow. Despite its lack of sentience it does seem to display a mischievous streak. Many who fall alseep outside will find the mud clogging their throats and noses." You raise one of your arms (causing a good deal of moss and mud to fall away as your magic breaks its hold), to point towards your face where indeed, the mud steadily seems to be moving towards your mouth.
"Freeze." You tell it, and as if it is listening to your command, the mud ceases all creeping towards your throat.
"Freeze." You tell it, and as if it is listening to your command, the mud ceases all creeping towards your throat.
