The Rustling Glade

A sepian meadow near the shore, where soft breezes cause the salt vine to rustle like dried palm leaves and flutter through the coastal foliage of sandgrove thickets near the silt shore.
Deeper: Proximity to the open silt sea exposes the glade to severe weather shifts during the dry season.
Two Ponkip Grok and Pondil Waddlbogg have encamped permanently just inland to collect the yellowing salt vine husk before the storms ruin them. Other gatherers visit to carefully harvest the delicate husks and competition amongst the harvesters seems fierce. Up the inland road, Bogblotta Swump Rippaskec is stationed as inspector of the irrigation ditches to the vine fields below.
At night Velvet Stinging Worms crawl from beneath the loamy soil to sup on the dew of the saturated vines. There are more husks to be collected at night, and less competition and old hands of the harvest know a dusting of crushed Frogshell Bulbs will keep the worms clear.
Captain Eivergins Pool is buried in his siltskiff Grimalkin in a mound with a view of the sea. When the wind blows north, salt vines reveal entrance to the mound.
Full details on The Grimalkin are on p.xx