Daine picks her way down to the edge of the Lake, still silently apologizing to her guests. I'm really sorry, she says to the several frogs, handful of toads, and single snake secreted away in her bag. I don't know what's going on - some sort of rift mischief, I expect, but I never meant to interrupt your mornings like this.

Not your fault, says one of the frogs. She expects they're inclined to be accommodating because of the truce she brokered between them and the snake.

We didn't go far, another adds.

Still. Daine sighs, kneels down in the undergrowth, and opens her bag so the assorted creatures can hop and slither to freedom. What a terrible bother for all of them. Bad enough that the rift is displacing her friends without it also doing so by way of her own mouth, whenever she attempts to speak aloud. Mind-speech doesn't cause any problems, but explaining this to her two-legger friends won't be easy.

Well, she doesn't have to do any explaining just yet. It's still early, and she's not giving up on her rounds. Standing and squaring her shoulders, she strides back toward the path.

[ooc: feel free to run into Daine here if you're so inclined. Otherwise, she's got plenty of other nonsense to do.]