Her eyes scanned the area around her, settling into the grasses calmly, watching the herds move calmly. She didn’t feel like hunting, but who knew, perhaps there’d be a straggler or especially sick member of it. Maeve was not particularly hungry, nor did she eat a lot (hence her sliminess and short stature) so it was more for interest than anything. Perhaps she could tell someone what happened, too. Little voices whispered in her pointed ears, and she would hum responses to them in a sing-song voice. Oh, they were being quite lovely today, hm? Perhaps she could go to the gardens, as they were suggesting for her to. Hm...

In The Forest Deep

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Its not often she leaves the embrace of muck and mire but sometimes the sea witch, the bog boogeywoman leaves the safety of her dark home. Stretching her limbs, escaping the heavy weight of responsibility and the bargains those too foolish to stop seeking her. She did not know why they kept coming to her. There was a good reason her price was high, fair, but high. Yet they still came, her legend spreading further than she wished it to, her price not skyscraping enough. Was it so much to be asked to be left alone? Apparently it was, and she worried that the growing word would reach ears of those she wished to leave behind.

She had earned her self proclaimed exile and was content to lament in it for a long while yet. Her past needed to stay there thank you, and never to rise like she had done from the ruin it had caused. Draped in a new skin, she had fled the ruin and strife, nothing more than the last selkie standing while the tide stole the flayed bodies of hearth and home.

She had only gone back once. Sneaking in during the cover of night, the sounding sea singing an oh so tempting lullaby. While a good part of her wanted to slip forever into the saltwater embrace, she could not. It was an insult to their memories and so she pushed on. Searching, the scent of copper and insides long since faded from wind and surf. Finding little but the first baby teeth of her children hidden in a corner of her ransacked den. There was an altar to them now, some with her, some buried in the hidden grotto. All meticulously hidden and arranged just so. They would not take what little she had left.

As such, the swamp seductress had left the safety of her mire behind, searching for something more substantial than a muskrat or beaver. Finding herself on the open plain, sightlines spread generously before her. It was the opposite of the natural maze she inhabited, and the woman let a shiver pass down her spine. She did not like it, but, it was better that being somewhere she did not know and could not see. Herds meandered in the distance, a fragile, slim sentinel watching them. A mark of the people directed towards her. Cautiously she approaches, studying the stranger.

@Maeve

It took her several moments to notice the woman, but she wasn’t surprised. Just suddenly aware. How interesting the woman before her was. A mohawk upon her head, and covered in dark spots. With a bright, piercing gaze. Her face was scarred and she was interested what had happened. But she said nothing, opting to flick her tail in greeting. “Hello...” Her voice was warm, inviting.

She was a bit wild looking, this one. But her scent told her she was a native. How strange they had not met, then. She knew most of the natives. But she supposed if they were the more secluded type, she might’ve missed them. She was still young, too. “It’s a nice day to watch the herds, no?” Small talk. But she didn’t find it awkward. As long as the woman didn’t make it, anyways.

@Luideag

In The Forest Deep

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