The air was still clung to the coolness that came with the night even as the sun began filtering dimly into the Swamp between the trunks of the trees. Soon the sun would be coming through the leaves and the branches, first slanted and low, then high, but for now it was early dawn when dew clung to the moss growing on the trees and everything glowed faintly with the freshness of a new day. The creatures that traveled the night found their hiding places to sleep and those that walked the day were waking to the sun; those that ran the time between the two were fluttering and running about, getting their work done before their time was up, caught between to worlds. As for Last Night, she was none of those things, a creature unbound by night or day, or anytime in between.She simply was; so there she stood, a calm, solid presence beneath the cover of a low hanging tree. Half lit by light, and half hidden by shadow, her dappled pelt gave her the illusion of hiding, even for her night pelt and the flowers that had become tangled in her antlers, too bright against the darkness of bark and mud. Her breath was quiet, too quiet to hear above the rushing of water that came from the nearby river. In the northern stretches of the Swamp where warm wetland traversed and meandered into the beginnings of mountains that would stretch in the crags and cliffs that the Totoma called home, melted snow created rivers that could not be found elsewhere in the Swamp where water tended to stand still or run at a trickle.
She felt no need to move so she was still, watching openly as life moved without her with her pale eyes. Only the occasional slow blink shuttered the glow of her eyes from the shadow of the tree. In this space between being alive and dead, Last Night experienced only the smallest thoughts; instead, she functioned as an observer with no judgements and no memories from one moment to the next.
Moonstone Dazzle
I was thinking that maybe Gone needs to cross the river and Last Night helps her across and then they part ways?
