Well that's ominous

Spark was heading back down towards the land of her birth. It had been nearly two full seasons since she'd left and though she had no intentions of staying too long she did feel some amount of homesickness and the girl couldn't help but feel a little curious to see how her mother was doing. Her paws carried her south and incidentally towards the swamp. Despite her usual confidence Spark couldn't help but feel a little off-put by the misty gloom that surrounded her. The night was longer now than it ever had been in her life and though there were the floating lights and glowing stones and mushrooms to help pierce the darkness it certainly didn't do much to help her feel safer.

Spark had decided she was going to make a temporary den here and try to sleep through the elongated night to get to the few hours of dusk they had this winter, at least a little bit of sunlight would help to make the dense mist feel less... Thick, and clawing.

That had been the plan, until she'd found herself drawn to an outcroping of the crystals, something about this one in particular seemed to draw her in...
"Speech"