Black Morass i'm timeless

ione’s laughter was a low, knowing thing, curling at the edges of her lips like the fog that clung to the morass. she did not need to search for her husband’s presence—he was always there, woven into the very fabric of this land, a force that neither faltered nor faded.
i hear all inside the morass, she murmured, tilting her head as she regarded the man before her, amusement glinting in the pale blue of her gaze. your name is not a secret, theissor.
she stepped closer, the damp earth shifting beneath her paws. but tell me—what is it you think he has said? there was a challenge in her voice, a tease wrapped in silk, as if daring him to speak what he truly thought.