Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

He speaks!

Yet he did not seem to recognize his own name and she wonders for a heartbeat if perhaps he is not familiar with what they call him. Perhaps he went by a name other than the one she knew for him. You. . .you're Peryite! She offered the information as the feathery whipping of her tail seemed to grow quicker.

On almost the toes of her paws, she moved to get a bit closer to him. If he vanished, it was the price she payed to know that perhaps it was him. Yet it was up close that her smarts seemed to grow. He seemed real, not like the ghostly vision she had imagined through the mist and muck. I. . .I. . .you're not. I— Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as she was overcome with the knowledge that she was very close to a strange man.