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Wasp pranced through the swamp cheerfully, on a mission from his sister to see if he could find any fruit for fermenting, and (while he was it) a mission from Ash to find good wood for burning. It was early for fruit, but he acquiesced nonetheless - the morning, after all, was quite pleasant: birdsong filled the air and fresh blossoms covered the trees. Wasp stopped to pick himself some flowers - he thought flowers made the best hats* - when he spied a familiar figure roaming through the swamp. "Heeeeey, Wild Sage!" Wasp called out, hurrying over - with a good deal of poise, because flower hats do not tend to stay in place otherwise - "How are you doing, man?"


* or horn accessories, as kin do not wear hats, per se.

Wasp tossed his head, sending flowers flying everywhere. "Well, not exactly, but I am supposed to be finding some fruit or some firewood." He looked down at the scattered flowers and frowned. "Though since you mention it, I bet nectar goes well with fermented fruity drinks, don't you think?" Wasp scooped the flowers back onto his head and stood up cheerfully. "And what are you out here for, huh?"

"The more the merrier," Wasp said, and laughed. "If you stick around, I'm sure I can rustle up a fermented drink or two when I get home again. If my sister hasn't drank the last of it, anyway. You're in for a treat." He started poking around in bushes and nudging at fallen logs. The winter rains had rendered most of the wood unusable. "How are all those little animals doing?"

Wasp peered up at the mouse and giggled. "Good to hear that two of them made it." He nibbled at some berries on a bush and frowned. "It's far too early for any good fermenting, methinks. Perhaps we should focus on finding some dry wood instead." He gestured towards a thick copse of trees. "Over there looks pretty good!"

Wasp tilted his head and swiveled his ears. "Hear what?" Then he heard it, too--a distinct, urgent chirping. He laughed. "I hope you've got room for another bird, Sage. Let's see here." Wasp crept towards the sound, finally arriving at the crown of a downed tree. He peered into its tangled branches. "It sounds like it might be stuck in here somewhere, but damned if I know where."

"Sounds good to me!" Wasp wandered around to the other side of the tree and started pulling at branches. "And if you find any good firewood, don't forget I need that too!"

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After a good thirty minutes of tugging at, breaking, and bending branches, Wasp gave a shout of surprise. "Hey, Wild Sage! I think I've found it!" In front of him was a bird's nest firmly nestled in the crook of two big tree limbs. He nudged it with a hoof and an agitated squeak issued forth. "Better be careful getting that out of there."

Wasp considered. He wasn't terribly acquainted with Never Idle, but what he had seen of the old kin's work quite impressed him; his very mother had a fine example in the form of a mask made out of a skull. He nodded. "Never Idle would have a better chance of setting it than we do, at any rate. I doubt it will ever fly, though. I'll go find some stuff to bring him." Wasp gathered up some straight-looking sticks, leaves, and vines, and kicked at the pile of firewood he had collected. They'd have to come back for it.