Witch's Marsh a nocturnal concerto

she strays from young oceane for now, in search for what direction they should pick to go to next. while gracious had many years of knowledge stored in her bones, she does not consider herself a master tracker and guide. every now and then, she can find herself guessing as to which way they are meant to go. but that is alright, for not it seems that the young girl is content with just spending time with the old woman. letting oceane catch more time with herself is never a bad thing, it is a step to maturing and being able to truly be on one's own.

though, gracious finds herself crossing paths with another young girl, something from a poem, a song. unwritten beauty. gracious could almost feel envy blossom in her heart at the sight -- what it must be like to be young and not wake up at times wondering if you are on earth or in the celestial plain beyond life itself. her thoughts distract her, however, and gracious finds herself falling into the mud and marsh water. a loud splash, the mountain crumbles and succumbs to the dirt.

though, when she rises, a coat that was once snow and ash is now... mud. just mud colored. at least, only on a few major parts of her body. her chest, her legs, even some splattered on her face. this would create a ruckus of laughter from oceane once she returns.