Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

The first thought that came to mind was how glad she was that no one was there to see her. Israel sighed and looked around her, just to make sure. But it was then that a voice pierced through the winter fog. It spoke a rather interesting hello, a tone whose purpose she could not immediately identify, but as she glanced over her bony shoulder she beheld a gorgeous woman carrying a suggestive gait and posture.

Heat burned her face. So there was someone. And, that someone just had to be extremely attractive. Looking down at her paws, Israel tried to decide where to go from here. If she attempted to stand, she risked falling and embarrassing herself further. In the end, the silver pixie chose honesty.

"Hello," she spoke softly. "I... I don't know if I can stand." Perhaps the beauty would offer help.