Witch's Marsh Unrequited

She paused as he spoke, the sound of conflict ringing in he ears. He had regained her attention now. "Are you trying to scold me?" She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Her neck craned to look back at the man

"It's cruel, really. You realize we'll have to learn to get along, hm?" She insisted, turning the conversation as though Hunst had been the one kicking and stomping his feet. Her expression had grown calm. "For Reverie."

It was not her voice that left her muzzle. It was far too content, lacking Hokulani's usual playful nature or even the pure rage induced aggression she had just displayed.

The storm was over, and she was returning to her charade.

She returned to the path she had begun, her steps light. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up."