It was a place she did not frequent often.
Through the sleepy sounds of birds in nests and crickets singing songs to the wind, the marshlands did not suit her. She was born from winter seasons that did not give way to warmer weather, soft crunch of snow underfoot much preferable to traverse in than the sticky nature of swamp waters. And though she was found more often in other parts of the realm, the place of marsh was still part of Terrastella, and still one she knew well enough to get around in.
It were times like those that she chose to reacquaint herself with the least-visited part of the Dusk Court. She had no company to pass the time with, so she instead gave mind to the day that fell away into night. Stars were already littering themselves in the sky, trees patching and blocking most of the view. The swamp was a quiet place found dedicated to the animal and plant life that called it home; she was surprised, then, to hear the sounds of something rather larger than often seen there. She made her own way through the dark waters, the creams of her coat becoming dyed with the murky darks that clung to her underbelly.
It had taken her quite some time to pick through the wetness of the mud, for though she was not one to care for dirty appearances she found that her legs were difficult to pull through the thickness. She wondered if any called the swamp home, and how they managed to not be driven to insanity by it. Night was well under way by the time she crossed over the spaces the unknown boy had been, and by then there were no raucous noises to indicate what had been causing the commotion earlier. It seemed to have gotten away from her, and she sighed as she lifted herself out of the dingy water and onto the edge of a clearing in the forest. The trees parted and gave way to a full view of the sky, a comforting nod to perhaps the darkest place in Terrastella. It was only as she moved forward that she noticed the upside down figure of another tucked beneath the arms of the atmosphere; completely unaware, without any movement aside from his chest, he seemed to be sleeping. Rann pulled up from her walking sharply, careful to make no sound as she crossed over to him. Curiously, she gazed down at his form and wondered if he realized the danger he had put himself in.
With a solid shake of her head she allowed a single sigh to slip between her lips a she silently dropped herself to the ground a few paces away. She confined herself to a sleepless night to allow the protection of the boy who seemed so innocently ignorant of the threats the swamp held.
Through the sleepy sounds of birds in nests and crickets singing songs to the wind, the marshlands did not suit her. She was born from winter seasons that did not give way to warmer weather, soft crunch of snow underfoot much preferable to traverse in than the sticky nature of swamp waters. And though she was found more often in other parts of the realm, the place of marsh was still part of Terrastella, and still one she knew well enough to get around in.
It were times like those that she chose to reacquaint herself with the least-visited part of the Dusk Court. She had no company to pass the time with, so she instead gave mind to the day that fell away into night. Stars were already littering themselves in the sky, trees patching and blocking most of the view. The swamp was a quiet place found dedicated to the animal and plant life that called it home; she was surprised, then, to hear the sounds of something rather larger than often seen there. She made her own way through the dark waters, the creams of her coat becoming dyed with the murky darks that clung to her underbelly.
It had taken her quite some time to pick through the wetness of the mud, for though she was not one to care for dirty appearances she found that her legs were difficult to pull through the thickness. She wondered if any called the swamp home, and how they managed to not be driven to insanity by it. Night was well under way by the time she crossed over the spaces the unknown boy had been, and by then there were no raucous noises to indicate what had been causing the commotion earlier. It seemed to have gotten away from her, and she sighed as she lifted herself out of the dingy water and onto the edge of a clearing in the forest. The trees parted and gave way to a full view of the sky, a comforting nod to perhaps the darkest place in Terrastella. It was only as she moved forward that she noticed the upside down figure of another tucked beneath the arms of the atmosphere; completely unaware, without any movement aside from his chest, he seemed to be sleeping. Rann pulled up from her walking sharply, careful to make no sound as she crossed over to him. Curiously, she gazed down at his form and wondered if he realized the danger he had put himself in.
With a solid shake of her head she allowed a single sigh to slip between her lips a she silently dropped herself to the ground a few paces away. She confined herself to a sleepless night to allow the protection of the boy who seemed so innocently ignorant of the threats the swamp held.
And all our problems make us powerless
@Pan <33
