Witch's Marsh a chapter of the witch

Jomyo didn't know this stretch of land intimately enough to come with expectations, and this felt like barely skimming the edge. It was fine by her, though. She didn't plan to be here long and this was just another place to pass by, one that might be more interesting once spring warmed the place back up again. If nothing else, it was an idea she kept for later.

It would seem that this Uriel of Sunward would be her most interesting facet for the moment. The Eizokusei pulled her paws to a soft halt and leveled the golden wolf with a good thorough once-over of a look as she settled into her own easy, expressionless neutrality. You're the first of Sunward I've met myself so far, she mentioned before eventually answering, but of course, word in Legion had traveled; she had her suspicions but not concerns, though would know should it become anything more. She still wondered how this new presence may receive her based on this knowledge alone. I'm Jomyo, a scout. she kept it at that, letting the rest speak for itself. So are you heading anywhere? she asked, icy eyes intent upon Uriel who rather stood out among the drab winterscape.