Black Morass xo tatted all over

ione watched her, the girl's eagerness spilling forward like a rushing tide. the reverend mother's lips curved faintly, her pale eyes gleaming with something between amusement and satisfaction as she lowered her muzzle closer to the girl's.
and what name do you carry, child? she asked, her tone soft yet weighted, as though her words bore the gravity of the morass itself. her head tilted slightly, the faintest shadow of a smile gracing her features as she added, i am the reverend mother. the keeper of its whispers and its secrets.
her voice dropped lower, the tone turning almost conspiratorial as she gazed into the vibrant red of the girl's eyes. if you choose to follow me, to learn, you must give yourself to it wholly. there is no half-measure here. will you step into the shadows with me, and let the morass teach you its ways?