from the bottom of the sky

With all the weird shit going on lately, it wasn't unlike Mercy to want to explore.  Red skies, no stars, tremors... but she'd come along mostly unscathed.  For now.  Wandering in the big open world, and enjoying every minute of it.  Wake was... around here somewhere.  Her uncle was useful supervision, at least, useful for her.  More concerned with collecting his herbs and smoking.  Hell, secondhand smoking is basically one of her primary hobbies right now. 

Wandering well away from Wake, Mercy is content to explore.  Let the man have his plants, she'd be wading through the murk and the muck.  It clings to her ruddy coat, leaving her muddy instead.  At least the water is cool, pockets of shade keeping things more than comfortable despite the summer heat.  Taking in the swamp for everything it was, soaking in it.  It's actually pretty nice.  Makes sense that Wake would be looking for herbs here, the damp environment and oppressive humidity should be good for growing something. 

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