Felltree Marsh between the trees

Her head lifts out of the deep bank of grass with a sudden snap, mouth half-full of carefully-plucked reeds. The golden burn of her gaze found the source of sound quite quickly — white, and so much of it, too! She'd never seen a girl so moontouched, aside from her own mother and the Moonsister. The strike of black, like a last minute paintbrush had set shadows on her back to cancel out what great power the moon could fill that starlight pelt with, was enchanting. But no, this wasn't Phyrgia, and Antigone didn't guess she was moon-fallen like she had her black-masked jack of trades from Totoka. Instead, she smiled around her reeds and wading toward her previous perch, lighting onto the bark with fishlike ease.

"If they're anything like home's, I should be fine," and she gave a shake of each murky leg, the white and grey in her fur almost brown with mud and muck. Idly, and hopefully subtly (though Antigone was never known for doing anything within even the smallest realm of subtle) she checked for leeches, bugs, anything, before splashing down into the water again, relishing the wet murk beneath her pawpads as she waded forward with lackadaisy ease. "If I could find a leech or two, it might even be good luck." A smile split her lips, and she was about to be good and polite and give her name, but those bright eyes snap down to the leaf in the not-moontouched's mouth, interest quickly superseding manners. "What do you have there?" she asks, voice light and almost childish with intrigue, the tip of her tail wagging.