Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

ooc: 28th December

In the stillness of the early morning Wraen heard the very distant singing of the water. The sound was faint, but clear and gave her hope, because she recalled that along the shores there were at least two, places, where rivers finished their journey. If this was in any way similar and if she was to reach it, she would have a landmark to follow. By now her inner compass had stopped working and was just as confused as she was, which the right direction was. 

After a little deliberation she decided to take, what appeared to be an easier route, through a clearing that was covered in snow, moss and with small, gnarly and malformed trees. Only half an hour later, when her feet first broke through a thin layer of ice, revealing dark, ice cold water underneath, did she realize that this was in no way a simpler path. Without taking a careful notice of her surroundings she had ended up in the middle of a bog. 

"Oh, my..." Wraen sighed and cast a worried glance around.