Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

She approached carefully, weaving through the marsh as she sought out the solid parts of ground. Her light build and small paws made this easier, but she knew getting splattered was unavoidable. Perhaps she'd invite Dante to a bath in the 'morrow — owh, what a horribly romantic thought! Her attention was focused again on the stranger, dancing 'neath moonbeams, but the earth tripped her up.

I'm so sorry, did I distract you? She asked, still a fair bit away from the other. She was quiet, but she had returned the greeting, so perhaps it was a kindred spirit after all.