T
he Witch Child traveled further and deeper into the muck of the swamp, a permanent snicker curling her alabaster lips with each squelch and squish. An evil little faerie swung a constant hammer against the inside lining of her skull; so much so that she swore colorfully. Her Sight was useless with a migraine plaguing her, which only irritated her more. What good was it to be the sole holder of the relic, her magic finally unbound, but have her gifts be as uncontrollable as a weaning toddler?Her annoyance was palpable, nearly convinced that finding the truth of silly rumors was not worth her time when a voice shuddered through the dying light and humidity:
Who goes there?
Delicate, refined ears flick and find the direction where the voice emerged. She halts, hooves sinking deep into the mud as ruddy water pools around her legs. The rank of decay is heavy, a musk thick with rotting wood and akin to dying critters. But it is not the swamp that draws her attention; instead, the Witch Child's haunting gaze falls upon a creature frozen beneath a cypress tree to her left. At first glance, she notes the silvery-white tresses falling in long strands — stained by the putrid swamp water no doubt — and her coat of ebony littered with stars. Nimue's orbs narrowed, and through thick lashes, she notices how the woman is poised to run away; frozen in place either by surprise or fear, she did not know.
A smirk pulls at her lips, her rosy brow furrowed with amusement and something else she could not place. Surely, the woman here must be the rumored Swamp Witch; but she wasn't positive. She had yet to run into anyone; but then again, who would actually call this swamp a dwelling, a home?
"You look like death warmed over, Swamp Witch," she called, almost lazily, taking her chances and knowledge to call the woman by what she was.
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yay!! -throws confetti and dances- I'm so sorry for Nim omg xD She's just a cranky crone.
