Mama Argie

It was muggy. . . She sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow as she trudged along through the near liquid air. She'd come from the north, where cool weather was normal and the water in the air was low. Here, though, everything was water. Rushes and leaves danced in the brisk breeze and the clouds occasionally obscured the blazing sun. . . The only things making the warmth and humidity bearable to her northern blood. . . But that bamboo would be worth it, she thought, as she reached the grove. Strong wood to build the scaffolding for her mate's projects. . . But first. . . A refreshing dip in the pond. . . Then back to work!