Black Morass her body

irene tensed as ione brushed past her, the deliberate closeness unsettling yet oddly grounding. her emerald eyes flicked to her pale ones, wary but intrigued, caught between resisting and reaching for the invisible thread ione had left in her wake.  

the morass doesn’t seem to reward much, irene murmured cautiously, her voice quiet but tinged with dry skepticism. still, there was no venom in her tone—only a guarded curiosity that betrayed her interest despite her reluctance.  

she hesitated, glancing at the fogged expanse around them, then back to ione. lead the way. she said, her words measured, testing the waters of whatever this invitation truly meant.