Chafy was bored. There was no way out of it. Since Bangil had left the swamp, there was honestly nothing for her to do. She lived in a swamp, generally speaking not the most visited tourist destination. It killed her every time her sister came back with adventures outside their little hideaway. She had children of her own now, and Atchafalaya could not remember the last time she talked to someone who was not her mother.As a child, her mother would tell both her and her sister stories of the day their father whirled threw the swamp with his blue ferret. She always said it was the most exciting thing that ever happened to her. He offered to take her with him, but she could not leave her home, or the delicate wetlands that depended so heavily on her. He came back once more, taking their third sister with him - his personal cross to bare she thought bitterly. She never even knew her, just that her name was Romana.
After pulling yet another turtle out of the invading giant salvinia, again, Chafy just dropped her head and flopped down on the bank. It was official - she was depressed. She sunk down into the soft mud of the bank, letting the lilies creep toward her. Chafy was almost bored enough to try and eat one, just to see what would happen. Instead she sighed and simply put her head down, getting caked in the muck of the shore.
Scae was not normally the ignorant type, but in this case, she knew it was bliss. She turned away when she caught that look on her daughter's face. Growing up, Chafy was always finding excuses to throw a party. If the sun rose, she had a party. Scae didn't know when it happened, but gradually things just became dull around their swamp.Scaesaris would try talking to her daughter, but it never waned the growing melancholy over the wetland. The water and cypress trees were enough for her to be happy - why not for her daughter? She did not know what to do, so she just ignored the issue. Eventually someone would come through the swamp, and bring her daughter back to life, and there would be parties again for the birth of new alligators or the return of the winter flocks. All Scae had to do was procrastinate, it was not in her nature, but at least it was working for herself.
