Twisted Slough le moineau a volé

"Aha," now that the hint was more obvious, Wraen picked it up. The girl was heading elsewhere and did not wish company. Fair enough. Though the prospects did not seem very great, she would find her way out of here on her own. She just had to keep herself along the tree roots. That was all.

"Before you leave - may I know your name at least?" she asked. "The clumsy mud zombie - aka me - is known as Wraen."

You can fade out in your next post, if you wish.