Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

Ibis moped a little as she folliwed a small trail. It looked like it could have been a game trail but considering the absence of life lately, she didn't get her hopes up. It arced around a series of shallow pools and then descended to some uneven clay-like soil at the base of some giant old trees. For a few moments Ibis was distracted by these growtha; she wondered what sort of things rhey could have seen in their long life, what horrors had they weathered. There were a few old mushrooms growing out of the narrow gaps in the trunk but they were sickly, black, and smelled peculiar so Ibis pulled away from them and veered to higher ground.

As she made her way, the warm and familiar scent of Sarah hit her nose. It was a breath of fresh air in many ways.

Aunt Sarah? She called, her voice bright, crisp in the calm. She pulled herself with more haste towards the gorse where Sarah loitered and was beaming when she was closer. Are you doing alright?