Whitefish River Very scary doll

From seemingly nowhere did a small form appear, going down the mountain and onto the shore of the other side of the river. Chusi's mouth hung open a little as she observed the sprite of a woman that seemed too lost in thought to even notice her. A coat of flaming chocolate and burnt wood, though her eyes could not be observed from so far. Chusi leaned forward, wondering what she'd do next before she jumped back at the splash of the water when the sprite jumped in. It was almost evening - who'd be willing to get drenched at this hour? Luckily for the stranger it was summer, otherwise she might've gotten a cold - and while Chusi could do a whole lot, she had never been a healer.

When the other began laughing and coming to her side of the river, Chusi raised a brow. Was she alright? It seemed like it, but also not really. Chusi looked at her dinner, then at the deflating girl and let out a small giggle. Ya okay, lil' sprite? Hungry? She asked to break the ice. 'Got sum rabbit 'n fish.