Cricket Creek Bog an afterglow, abandoned no longer

ofc!!! this is about to be fun lol

This was a woman edged in the kindest of creams and whites, yet here she spoke of a hell that seemed to be etched into the very earth. But A'yan simply found it a little more comical at the idea that the embodiment of suffering would play hide-and-seek. Did hell like children's games? She could try moss ball next.

Hell knows me? A'yan remarked. Good. That makes introductions much simpler.

As the woman came closer, she dipped one paw in the water again, feeling the current nudge it here and there. Sweet? Suddenly curious, A'yan leaned to take a sip, then lifted her head back to face the stranger. Not sweet. Where are you finding sweet -

Ah.

You are... a northerner? She titled her head a little, trying to get a better view of her. I see that you speak in metaphors wide and strange. The southerners I have met have been... more direct.

She gestured towards the water. You do not want this clear water? In a place full of anything but? Why?