The sun hung high in the sky; it was clear not a single cloud there to give a bit of shade. There was by chance a slight breeze that slipped across the ground. It caused little dirt and leaf clouds to rise up and swirl around. It was hot, almost unbearably so, which was odd considering it was supposed to be heading into the cooler months. The leaves were slipping from the trees and causing an obstructive layer on the ground hiding important things like roots that were easily tripped over. For one not naturally born in the swamp this was a ludicrous place to be. Why would anyone who had come from places with solid ground wish to be anywhere near such a place? It was easy to lose ones footing and go tumbling down into a puddle of water. Or the possibility of swamp gunk caught in your fur causing a skin irritation. There was nothing but soft ground and random miles of water. If nothing else the swamp wasn't lacking in water. It was so easy to get turned around in this place, there were practically no markers and she was sure there were no other Soquili in this place. That was it, the raven had lied to her, and she just knew it.
Cassial had been wandering around this forsaken swamp nearly all day. She had camped on the outskirts that night when she had reached it after a rather elongated journey through meadow and forest. Then upon morning she had set out into the swamp trees and water to continue her quest.
Her hoof slipped in to a puddle of water and she nearly fell catching herself at the last moment. She was going to kill that raven when she found him again. She was going to stomp on his tiny little wings till there was nothing left. “’Go to the swamp.’ He says. ‘There are many Soquili there.’ He says.” She chided herself bitterly. “’Strong soquili.’ He says.” She stopped mid step and looked around her.
“WHAT SOQUILI?!” She yelled at nothing as she flicked her little tiny tail. “There is nothing here! No one and nothing but endless miles of water and trees!” She stomped her hoof, remembering too late that it was dangerous to just go stomping around. The stomp cost her and she went tumbling down into a hidden puddle and while not very deep it was still filled with detestable gunk. She raged and screamed at nothing.
“That’s it! I’m leaving! I don’t care THAT much!” She said in a huff but did not stand as she was still a bit dazed from the tumble.
Cassial had been wandering around this forsaken swamp nearly all day. She had camped on the outskirts that night when she had reached it after a rather elongated journey through meadow and forest. Then upon morning she had set out into the swamp trees and water to continue her quest.
Her hoof slipped in to a puddle of water and she nearly fell catching herself at the last moment. She was going to kill that raven when she found him again. She was going to stomp on his tiny little wings till there was nothing left. “’Go to the swamp.’ He says. ‘There are many Soquili there.’ He says.” She chided herself bitterly. “’Strong soquili.’ He says.” She stopped mid step and looked around her.
“WHAT SOQUILI?!” She yelled at nothing as she flicked her little tiny tail. “There is nothing here! No one and nothing but endless miles of water and trees!” She stomped her hoof, remembering too late that it was dangerous to just go stomping around. The stomp cost her and she went tumbling down into a hidden puddle and while not very deep it was still filled with detestable gunk. She raged and screamed at nothing.
“That’s it! I’m leaving! I don’t care THAT much!” She said in a huff but did not stand as she was still a bit dazed from the tumble.
