Felltree Marsh the hanged man

Chanterelle waded into the marsh up to the middle of her legs and then stood, staring around at the expanse of water all around her, breathing deeply, unaffected by the smell of stagnation and muck. Birds chirped and called invisibly; her ears swiveled to catch each sound.

She had left her home months ago, and despite the excitement of this new path her life had taken, sometimes she was still gripped with fear and indecision. Should she go back, tuck her tail between her legs, and return to Murkmire? Her family had been supportive when she had excitedly babbled about going away, bringing to magic of the swamp with her. But now...

She took another deep breath and closed her eyes, picturing herself as a tree, with roots spread far beneath the muddy water, deep into the earth. Of course, the trees here had all fallen down... Perhaps it was a sign?