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The Gossips

Her friends of the marshes were a mad a squabling bunch, but more than anything they were huge gossips. She would no sooner find them on one of their mossy isles before they would squak her head off with all the news they had gleamed from their bretheren, near and far. She knew the Watcher held them as particular favorites, and so she was made privy to word of things few others would ever hear