The waters rippled around her legs as she pushed through the dense murkiness of it, an entire world covered in the mud below them that they could not see. The idea of hidden creatures ready to devour them both excited and frightened the one unaccustomed to the swamp's ways; though she had made it a point to frequent the land more often, she lacked a comfort she felt while tucked in the relative safety of the other Dusk territories. So it was with trepidation that she wandered directionless through a place that was very clearly not hers.
She didn't count the minutes passing by until she managed to find Yana, Rann stopping short in confusion and slight amusement as the white-speckled girl was caught in a moment of work. It seemed to take some effort on her part (albeit only physically, for she seemed to know what she was aiming to do) to drag the branches behind her. After the initial suprise of seeing her Dusk healer in the midst of labor, Rann nearly jumped to help push the sogged wood onto land, but Yana proved her own strength and she merely chuckled at the scene played out instead.
Once greeted, Rann bowed her head in return as she took note of Yana's use of 'my' swamp. She made sure to tell herself to chastise the girl later for her word choice, but the moment passed as a question formed upon the dual colored lips. "You are building?" The words slipped easily as she glanced at the branches now resting on solid ground. She realized she remained the only one of them still in the waters, "Ah, forgive..." She sloshed through the distance between them, moving onto the grassy earth beside her.
"I come to ask for your hand, but," Her lips tilted into a smile as soft eyes took in the spaces around them, "Do you require aid?" Water dripped off the tauntness of her skin, coat slick with the wetness as it stuck to her body. She couldn't imagine what Yana might have been doing with those branches, nor how taken she seemed to be by the swamp most dared not cross.
She didn't count the minutes passing by until she managed to find Yana, Rann stopping short in confusion and slight amusement as the white-speckled girl was caught in a moment of work. It seemed to take some effort on her part (albeit only physically, for she seemed to know what she was aiming to do) to drag the branches behind her. After the initial suprise of seeing her Dusk healer in the midst of labor, Rann nearly jumped to help push the sogged wood onto land, but Yana proved her own strength and she merely chuckled at the scene played out instead.
Once greeted, Rann bowed her head in return as she took note of Yana's use of 'my' swamp. She made sure to tell herself to chastise the girl later for her word choice, but the moment passed as a question formed upon the dual colored lips. "You are building?" The words slipped easily as she glanced at the branches now resting on solid ground. She realized she remained the only one of them still in the waters, "Ah, forgive..." She sloshed through the distance between them, moving onto the grassy earth beside her.
"I come to ask for your hand, but," Her lips tilted into a smile as soft eyes took in the spaces around them, "Do you require aid?" Water dripped off the tauntness of her skin, coat slick with the wetness as it stuck to her body. She couldn't imagine what Yana might have been doing with those branches, nor how taken she seemed to be by the swamp most dared not cross.
And all our problems make us powerless
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