Blackfoot Forest Fehu

His mind began to wander, but then the woman spoke of the soot-faced lady and something about that comment triggered his focus; he looked at her sharply, and continued to frown. I'm not sure. I think of her sometimes, but then I get cold and my heart races. Its not a nice feeling. He didn't mention the occasional feeling of being overwhelmed; of being pinned beneath the water, or the struggle of near-drowning. Nothing else in his memory suggested that the water was important to him - he couldn't recall if he could swim, and that's the only thing that would lead to drowning, right?

I wish I could remember. He spoke earnestly, without any sadness in his voice. Child-like but even more subdued, as if to keep speaking about his ailment might invite a rap on the knuckles for bad behavior. This forest is wrong — I've never been here before, he murmurs as he looks at the sharp angles around him; all these trees, all this darkness, but whether there is truth to the statement or not, the man would never be able to know for sure.