from the bottom of the sky

Everything beneath her paws is... squishy. The ground, and the swamp around her, all muddy and squidgy between her paw pads. Wading through the murky water, she's perfectly content. Well, perfectly, other than the smell. It's a bit... stinky? Everything smells like damp, like murk. She's picking up a big of the bog monster aesthetic as well, a patch of moss that she's rubbed beneath sticking dutifully to her hip.

Wading out of the water, she sees the girl. Bright eyes going wide, Mercy hadn't planned on bumping into anyone else, much less someone her age. Drawing to her full height, cocking her head to the side, she studies the other girl for a long moment. She looked just as surprised as Mercy had, and not aggressive, at least. Fuck it, we'd go the friendly route. Expression breaking into a confident smile, tossing her muddy head, she doesn't choose violence. "Hey! I'm Mercy, you wanna explore the swamp with me?" Making friends is that easy for kids, right?

"speech"