Witch's Marsh i just want to feel alright

A soft, plush creature with light colors stood within the dreary, and more moody atmosphere of bleak colors. A swamp, as a fae entered it's midsts with a lethargic mood and a smile hanging upon her lips. There was 'ooo's' and 'ahhhs,' to be heard from her, as she rolled her head around to give a curious look. Aerasha set forward to a random direction, and found herself within the marsh during the cold day. Milky cream paws were already stained by the mud, but she paid no mind to it.

"Ohhh nooooo,~" despite the rather slow responds to her demise, Aerasha felt her legs get stuck within the mud, and fall forward. All her limbs, the front and the back, seem to slip into a rather wet path and fallen into the mudpit, leading to a bright and creamy critter to be stuck in an olive scenary. Though despite being in a predictament, she showed no worry or struggle, and only looked at herself, a slight playful tone held in her bicolored gaze.