Witch's Marsh i just want to feel alright

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.