It had been awhile now since she'd left the Stormborn lands with her name and still she sometimes felt the ache of leaving Erlendr behind. She'd come to realize that the love she'd felt at the time was immature. A crush more than anything else. Mostly admiration for the backward, sideways speaking lion. He'd chosen his path that led him away from his home and had gotten a new name much in the same way she'd gotten her name. Some one dear to him had named him. And like him, he named her. And he was dear to her.
Her name sometimes made her happy and sad at the same time. Morska'Zelena hadn't felt that mix of emotions in awhile, but she was suddenly struck with it now. And it was late. The swamps could be dangerous. Very dangerous especially at night, but she still could stay still. She was too restless.
Morska'Zelena slipped away from the den, silently so as not to disturb the others, especially her dear mother. her mother deserved all the rest she could get. She loved her mother and she had no desire to taint her mother's happiness at the return of her children. After all it wasn't like Morska'Zelena had any desire to be any where else but home in the swamps. She was just feeling ..... odd.
In the night, the swamp could look different, but she knew her way to the mud pits. They were soothing for some reason and that's what she wanted now. A soothing experience.
