Cricket Creek Bog a gentle breeze or lightning in a storm

Maiira noted the way the child looked around at the area with a new expression on her face. She hadn’t meant to frighten her, but some fright was important for children to experience early, she thought. Get it out of the way, so that later they could see the magic in things instead. Of course, there was no harm in being scared. The world could be quite scary. Spooky. That was just what happened when one saw magic everywhere. Some magic was good, some… not so much. “Oh, some places are simply… spooky!” Maiira explained. “Swamps especially. But do not be too frightened, child. There is magic here, and the spookiness you feel is just you pushing against the magic for the first time.” 

Maiira continued grinning, something she did about ninety-nine percent of the time, whether there was anyone around to grin at or not. “This one will get used to it in time. Acknowledge the magic and accept that it is there and the world will not seem quite as spooky as before. Plus…” the coywolf continued, musing. “… it is a spooky time of year. Autumn is when the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest, child. Perhaps the air is spookier here because ghosts are lingering nearby…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling and smelling and hearing the air around her, waiting for the call of spirits.