Misted Lake felt herself getting restless. She knew that soon it would not just be herself that she would be responsible for. It was a strange thing to bring new life into the world, and yet she welcomed it.
In anticipation, she had made a long journey to a rather curious forest to make an offering to a Legendary. She had been told that they could bless her young to be healthy and plentiful and also with especially insightful naming dreams. Misted Lake hoped for all her children to grow well and go far. And she wondered whether a Legendary might be able to tell her what the future holds for her and her young.
She had been here before, in this forest that stood between worlds and time itself. It was just as she remembered it, though she had no idea where in the forest she was or if she'd been in this particular spot before. If she listened closely, she thought she could hear faint sounds from the worlds beyond.
Though the forest was still, it was an exciting place for Misted Lake. She's lived many lives in these worlds, many journeys that have taught her much about the world. She had chosen to return to the Swamp - or perhaps she hadn't at all, but could make no other choice - but they echo within her. She hoped that her young will also have a long and fruitful journey.
She knew there was nothing left to do but to wait, so she sat down under a tree, half dozing though her ears remained alert. She brought with her a woven basket of the freshest and most succulent foods she'd gathered along her journey - elderflower and cattails, hawthorn and blueberries, even mushrooms of many kinds.
