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.

his manifestation upon this current plain is not narratively opaque but obscured, for whether he even knows how he came to be here in this moment is not clear. yet his placement in this marsh is fitting, his slender figure wrapped by damp fur, so as to exaggerate his underfed qualities and make all the more of him a spectre. the nature of the place has given him a faintly greenish hue, creating something all the more unnatural.

if bartleby is bothered by the wet--or, truly, of the multitudinous bugs that beset him, being, as this is, a swamp--it is impossible to discern. he drifts through the space, coming to a stop every so often by some bended tree or particularly deep indent. there does not seem to be a pattern to his movements, or if there is, it is secret, as are many of bartebly's finer qualities. it is in this way he discovers the woman in the mudpit, coming to a stop near where she's fallen as if she were another one of his contemplative boughs. his colorless gaze seems to look through her rather than at her, impassive to her situation, til at length it is revealed he is making some study of her, observing simply, "it is deep here."

She lifted one paw that managed to resurface, but when she wanted to place on somewhere 'solid,' it sunk back down, "ohhhh.~" Though Aerasha continued on with a smile despite being literally stuck, in a sea of mud. She could possibly swimmm, but can one swim in mud? Her soft coat became a mess, as the milky cream was stained with brown, and the coffee tones she held darkened. Fur smoothed over with the substance, but she no longer held the soft charm the fae usually had.

She was about to attempt the chance of swimming, but a ghostly figured approached without her noticing from earlier, as she was quite preoccupied. Aerasha turned her messy, mud-covered face over to him and continued on with a smile, and followed it with a nod, "yesss.~"

"and IIII, seeeem to be stuuuck.~" Though she added it in a singing-like tone, amused by her own situation.

she makes no moves towards freeing herself, and similarly, he remains still by the side of the muddy divet, unmoved by her predicament. unmoved as she appears to be too, something he does not have an opinion on--at least one that he expresses--even as his colorless gaze lingers on her shape.

at length he says, "you are stuck," his observation parroting her, "you seem contented by that." she will find no assistance from bartleby, should that be something she wants; his gaze drops away from her to the muggy line of the trees surrounding them, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"Hmmm,~" it wasn't that she was content, more it wasn't a big issue despite having limited access to movement. Her head bent to the side and swirled to look at her predicament, before looking back up to him with a smile, "maaayybeee?~" Aerasha said, giving a vague answer, though she ended it in a questioning tone, unknown if it was to herself, or to him. 

"Buuut it's fiiiine," She didn't care toooo much, she'll get out, eventually, probably, "buuut what are youuu doing?~" He seemed to just linger like a ghost, watching her situation with a stoic-like gaze, making no attempt to help. He didn't seem to be laughing at her either, sooo, what was his business?