Mudsdale Shiny Novels & Stories

“Is there mud on them?” I lean in. “Yeah.” “Is it soft?” “Amara, seriously?” “Do it, Alyssa.” I extend one finger cautiously and poke the mud. To my surprise, it is a little soft. “Yeah. It’s pretty soft.” “Anything in it?” “Um. Some plants?” “What do they look like?” “Grass. One big green leaf. Something purple…” “What does it look like?” Her voice is weirdly intense. I look down. “Um. It’s purple?”