Felltree Marsh the guardian lives in her leaves

With her approach, the woman sends her child off to find something else. Antumbra watches the grey girl until she disappears from view and only turns back when the stranger greets her properly. She hadn’t intended to interrupt much. She is merely moves along in an attempt to clear her head.

“Just passing through,” she informs a beat later, licking her lips and glancing off the path the child went. If she does not stay here to chat with the adult, she’ll make sure to avoid the direction she’d gone in but for not she’s content to stay a few minutes and prove she isn’t a threat. “I am Antumbra from Drageda,” she says, gesturing the direction she’d come from.