[AW] come rising up

[Yana]

home is behind the world ahead there are many paths to tread The tall grass clutched at the witch's stout legs as she pursued the source of the call. Her belly was still damp with swamp water and her hooves left a light trail of mud in her wake, but her curiosity left little room for self-consciousness to squeeze in. The starry mare had been exploring the swamp when she heard the distant echo of a voice. Another stranger? How many are there? She left her swamp under the protection of the towering black obelisk she had found several weeks ago. Truth be told, the immobile figure was  a much better guardian than the flighty black hag.  Drops of putrid water dripped from her black skin as she stopped before who had summoned her. Stormy blue eyes had to squint against the harsh light bouncing from the vixen's bi-colored coat, and even then that was all the witch could make of the stranger: the sun was playing tricks on her eyes, and she could not make out the other's well-maintained musculature, nor the similarity in their markings that mirrored the night sky. For now she would have to ignore studying the stranger for weaknesses. And you'd do best to try hiding your own.  As if on cue, a cough erupted from the ebony hag's maw to muffle her introduction, "Y-Yana... Resident witch of the swamp." She flicked her ivory tail -- which she had recently bound in one thick braid -- in the direction of Tinea Swamp. She wondered if admitting to her status was a mistake: her dam had told her stories of customers seeking the aid of witches, but she had also warned Yana about those wanting to burn them. Her aunt had laughed harshly at that, for she had devoted her life to practising magic of the same element. @Rannveig

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