Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

He began to move and Ocra followed in line behind him, trying to mimic the same steps he left behind. He spoke her name again and his words made her nose wrinkle while he analyzed her name. “Uh, yeah. Short for Ocracoke.” Ocra doesn't think much of it beyond that, deciding once to focus on the task at hand so she didn’t trip herself up and land in the muck. The last thing she wanted was to be picking it from her teeth. 

When he spoke again, repeating her name two more times, that she almost missed the entire question. She blinked a few times, hesitating her next step to instead consider what she’d been asked as she tried to backtrack his voice. 

“Well, I don’t really know who I am,” she said, surprised it had been so easy. It all had been part of what she was on her own to begin with, right? Embarking on a new adventure, figuring herself out. At least that’s what she would tell herself when the threat of worry invades her thoughts. A lump formed within her throat that she strained to get rid of, trying to mask the pained expression for another step in the mud and not the weight of guilt holding her down. “I mean, I know that I’m Ocra and deer is my favorite meal and opossums are kinda cute but, like, that’s all.”