She stares out of her hollow at the world, at the dark sky and the wind-tossed branches, at the droplets that stung her face and the moon glimmering dimly through the boiling clouds.
There are words building and bubbling in her mind, tangled up in her throat and chest, and they just can’t break free.
Lightning cracks across the sky, lighting the whole Swamp for a brief, heartbreakingly brief moment -- and the words come pouring out, freed by that blue streak.
