Black Morass stirring

the pale ghost watches as mud flies, and a bit of it stains her wrist as if to prove the woman is corporeal. unaffected, she dips her dainty paw in the rushing river as she listens to the strange girl named "pukei".

would you stay if offered shelter? the land here is the richest of all. even in the driest of seasons, you would always have a full belly and plenty of water. reyna gently argues over her decision to stake her kingdom here, but it seems others had realized this too — for traveling here she could smell the typical signs of wolves congregating. planning. her palace — her children — would have competition very soon. and that unsettles the prospecting queen more than any mud ever could.

it's just a thought. please do not take what i say to heart. she adds last minute with a laugh as sweet as honey.