swamp monsters

Why Lyra was here? Same reason per usual, having decided to take a break from her training she would be found not so discreetly following her mothers when able to. Today it would be the avian estuary, a place she had yet to fully explore. The first thing she noticed was how loud this place was. The cacophony of different birds all calling, claiming their little bit of land. It was a little annoying at first.

Something seemed to have caught her mother on edge. Taking a moment to examine she would hear a rustle to the side of Modesty which made her pause as well. Then a sick crunching noise which made Lyra hustle to Modesty's side after a moment.

"Mom!" she would call out. Lyra had grown, yes, but nowhere near to the amount some of her siblings had. She tried to sniff but it was nearly impossible to identify a single creature beneath the many layers of others.

"Mom what is that?"

"SPEECH"