
Sleep was elusive as night fell. It had been a long day though hardships had not occurred and she felt the want to slip into slumber keenly. Thoughts, however, were rampant: she had not helped at all today.
It wasn't right and she blew out a sigh. She made sure the swan nestled on her back, its head buried into her hair -- a strange place to sleep, was secure before she rose. It was with careful movements that she stretched her limbs and then headed off. There must be someone to help out in the swamp tonight. Just one.