Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

I suppose not then... The fae responded to the stillness. Perhaps she was talking to some spirit, their soul clinging to the lands they'd taken their last breath on. She believed there to be ghosts and spirits, if one's life had been ended unfairly when they still had much left to do in this realm. Even as they closed the distance, they appeared otherworldly, like they might just not belong to a plain of existence so simple.

My name is Lumiya, queen of the faeries. We live in a willow forest just a way's towards the mountains. She told. We've got a freshwater pool for bathing, if you'd like to clean up before returning to your travels... She proposed quietly, sweetly. She knew that, if she'd been in the raven's position, she'd want the mud off of her as quickly as possible. Then again, she would understand the raven's potential hesitance towards this idea - it wasn't like there were places elsewhere to freshen up.