
River Star headed into the swamp apprehensively but also with a tinge of excitement. She was on a quest of great import to herself. She needed a blessing for her young that she would be having with Starkissed. She’d like to get the blessing for them so that they’d have a beautiful life as they grew up and became adults. Weaving through the swamp trees and the moss banks, she searched for a hint of what she needed. She’d heard tales of others receiving blessings and hoped to earn one herself.
She looked up as she heard a bird cry out overhead, but it was just a regular bird as far as she could tell. The tales had told of forms the blessers could take, seeming to be one thing, then another. Anything living in the swamp could be one of them, one of the Chosen. She was filled with the thought of finding one of them this day.