Witch's Marsh kiss your eyelids in the morning as you start to raise your head

Olive was feeling particularly motivated that day, about many different things. First of all, she had decided to abscond from Elysium that afternoon and spend the night away from her family — Seabreeze was fine now, and the children that they raised together were nearly adults — and this newfound sense of freedom lit her feet a-fire and she ran and ran and ran until she could run no longer and found herself far away from the willows she called home. 

Then, she did something she never did; she killed prey, a juvenile raccoon too curious to know better, and ate it greedily. By this, she felt nourished — if not a little regretful, later.

By the time the Shakti woman had arrived to the wetlands, she was breathless but not tired; not in the least. The ground was frozen solid here, filled with water as it was, and the permafrost allowed the woman to traverse the normally sodden ground with ease. She tried to slake her thirst but couldn’t, so she decided not to care and made the decision to instead frolic through the area, which lay with the lightest dusting of frost, and made merriment amongst the  snowflakes.