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Sumac
loner | red bi-color
loner | red bi-color
The past half moon has seen the marshland come alive. The lowland is under stagnant, murky water, a combination of snowmelt and rain. High ground is muddy enough that if one were to stand in one place for too long, their paws would begin to sink. There doesn’t seem to be anyone surprised or concerned about this, so Sumac accepts it as the unfortunate norm.
The meeting place Sumac chosen is a scarcity. Where elsewhere the water sits still enough to collect a layer of floating plantlife that looks deceptively solid, or where the water appears still but has an undertow strong enough to pull a tree loose from the ground, the place Sumac has chosen has neither feature.
The water here is shallow enough that one can stand in it without getting their belly wet. The ground is composed of stones worn smooth by the slow current. Around the shore grow sedges and sweetgrasses, and in the creek minnows gather to eat insects that linger for too long on the surface. The water is clear enough that Sumac can see her paws as plainly as if she were standing on dry land.
She stands in the creek now, this place where water has come to rest, and it is through will alone that she isn’t checking over her shoulder with every sound. Sumac had asked Rainwhisper to meet her here at sunhigh, and while it wasn’t quite sunhigh yet, anticipation has made her more eager than usual.
