Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

Despite the unstable, soppy ground, the girl tip-toed a small dance in excitement. There was so much she still wanted to ask, but if the raven truly was a mute, there was no point in asking questions that required something else than a yes or no. This made having a conversation hard - the fae was not one of simple thought, satisfied with the minimum. It was for that reason why she'd become so attached to Dante, who's thoughts never ended as he talked on and on about what was going on in that head of his. Then again, her relation with her mute owl told a different story, like she craved the silence and stillness, proving that it could be just as powerful.

Where are you... — I mean, are you going far? She asked, consciously making it a closed question. She looked over her shoulder as she motioned for the other to follow, leading them out of the marsh and toward her forest.