
The swamp, it really was fascinating! After the fire festival, Step to the Right had decided to visit again, to see the swamp in better light, as it were. It was so... Green! Green and wet! Water everywhere! Or it seemed like it was everywhere to the desert-born buck. He hopped over a downed log, looking over everything. He had to stop and smell everything! This was great!
Every little sound was like... music. The frogs, the hum of bug wings, the rustle of the leaves in the trees... Even the unsteady footfalls of Right himself. He soon found himself dancing over the roots and muck. The feather tied to his horn twirled and swayed with every movement. He just felt... Alive~
As he was dancing, he didn't pay attention to the puddles or anyone around him.