Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

Sriracha announced that the end was near and Ocra felt a wave of relief sweep over her. She put trust in his words before she saw herself and when she picked her head up, she could see a burst of brighter green and blue just ahead. She made a mental note to never return to this place once she’d gotten far, far away from it. If it weren’t so wet and muddy, she would wish a fiery death upon the land but knew that fire wouldn’t last long in such a place.

“South of here too but… not as far as you’ve come from,” she explained once he turned the question back to her. She didn’t know how far south she would have to go before she found the lands he mentioned and perhaps she didn’t want to. It sounded hot. 

Ocra fell silent then, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other so that she may not trip. Not being known for her grace, she knew it was likely to happen and was surprised it hadn’t yet. Focusing on Sriracha’s steps and where to put her own feet likely helped and once they were close enough to feel solid ground beneath her feet, she couldn’t move fast enough to get out into the open. She sucked in a long breath and held it, releasing it slowly to shed the stink from her nostrils.

“Oh, thank god.”