Witch's Hut (Abilene)

It seemed that Abby was drawn to a lot of things. There was the restless curiosity that drove her farther and farther away from home, the need to discover and navigate, and there was the pang she got when sharing ideas with others, the rush of dopamine that came with making friends and having conversations. Instinct and habit would entangle to create a need. Abby didn't know what kind of instinct lured her into the fog, but she'd never follow it again.

Muck clung to her feet and ankles, and she swore that she sunk further into the foul earth with every step. What the hell was she thinking? She noticed that the mud grew wetter the more she drew forward, and she caught sight of a pond. It wasn't a particularly clean pond, but it was cleaner than the path around. Maybe less treacherous as well, as she noticed the obstructions scattered around. She looked at the pond with a mix of suspicion and distaste. She sighed, and took a step in, surprised to learn it was much deeper than expected. Oh well, she was used to swimming anyways.

[Abby's going for a swim!]