Witch's Marsh Gypsy Caravan

Within the few moments that she settled inside the den, Božena felt herself quickly ebbing away into sleep, her body finally comfortable in the soft marshy ground. But her respite did not last for long. Despite the soft ground absorbing the sounds and vibrations from overhead, she woke from the small movements, bleary eyed, then her eyes snapped open at the voice. The Chovahani snarled in annoyance, moving forward the confront the woman, her head poking through the entrance roughly. I avake now, idjeet,