Freydis didn't spot the strange looking beaver.. duck.. creature.. thing.. until she had closed the distance between the woman and herself, which was a pity, considering she might have given herself a little extra distance if she had known the creature was there. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen, fat and round, covered in fur and adorned with a duck's bill. Was it real or decorative? Had the creature ripped it away from the bird and placed it over it's own maw? And it's eyes.. Freydis supressed a shiver as her gaze passed over it's face. So.. so beady. The creature was very unnatural indeed.
The fae scrambled for words, hoping that the stranger wouldn't have noticed the unease that flickered through her spine. "Careful where you step. The mud is deep and sticky back there." Freydis said, tossing her head to motion over her shoulder. ”Speech”’Thought’
