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quelch. Squish. Splash. Gag. The sounds of the rosy mare's steps sending a new, queasy wave of nausea through her body as she traveled ever deeper into the swamp. She treaded carefully, with a poised hoof lifted over the water, as if each step had her second guessing if she wanted to sink further into the murk. Her legs were covered in a thick layer of mud, splashed upwards onto the underside of her belly, utterly disgusted that her long mane and tail dragged in the water. The crone cursed aloud, mumbling to herself in a string of swear words.She recalled leaving the borders of Delumine in the wee hours of morning, traveling as the sun made it's slow ascent across the sky. It had been late afternoon when she had crossed into foreign territory, and then early evening by the time she had arrived at the Tinea. But now, in the heart of the swamp, the thick of humidity and trees and mud had all but sucked the sunlight out of the atmosphere; a bubble of muted colors and mysterious happenings. For the only reason why Nimue would waste an entire mortal day prowling such a dreary place was for a rumor.. of another witch. Someone much like her own.
Curiosity had dragged her here, in hopes of finding out the truth of this other woman. The Swamp Witch, they had whispered. She remembered snickering at the name before she realized that maybe, just maybe, this woman of Dusk might be like her in some way. Nimue had attempted using her newfound Sight to try and See the stranger without having to visit in-the-flesh. But alas, either by drained energy or lack of experience as a mortal being, the timelines were muddled and blurry — much like the swamp where this witch called home.
Squelch. Another step, another string of curse words, as a hammer pounded against the inside of her skull. Her frustration was palpable, mailable, as her headache raged and her Sight continued to fail her. Squish, splash, gag, as she continued deeper into the swamp to find this other witch.
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Figured I'd throw an initial meet & greet thread up haha
