Wapun Meadow I'[m] running out of all the ways to lie to myself

eyes widened.

to be granted first a clink of coin within the empty bowl, and now the promise of more?

she nearly shone-

but no.

there was a trick in this, she saw. clear as the marrow was black. 

her head dipped. sharp caution swept over her features, then left a blank face.

the svart took steps backwards, tail lashing as unto a feline.

nei. she looked the mudman over, as if for the first time. we know the color maggots are.

her face cracked with a smile  ( it were a stained red ) . a subdued cackle quaked her frame.

maybe offer same to liar-child, mighty gjørmejeger. 

the cackle spilled out of her.

another few swift steps back, barely breathing, then she turned tail with a swing of bony hips, and made to run for the brief bit of woodland.