The marsh plains of the swamp gave off a gentle glow as the sun shined upon the water. Never Heard watched the moving things carefully, the grass swayed in the wind. She thought it would be a good idea to catch some fish, but as of yet, they hadn't showed much sign of life. She felt very lazy that day, her head bowed low in the dry patch she rested in. It was a dull day already and the sun had just come up over the horizon.
She stool, peering into the waters to spot any of the fish she had hoped to find. Those orange firefly eyes followed the trail of water ponds and soon her feet followed leaving muddy hoof prints in her wake. Her tail trailed behind her slightly off the ground, swaying a bit with each step.
