(Ooc: Word Count; 428.)

Wisp looked out onto a meadow in the swampland. Sawgrass swayed with the breeze, while cattails hid the water from her sight. She felt where her ears were in her rust orange bandana. The ends were poking out, again.

“I just can’t seem to hide them for long and not have them hurt.”

Wisp sighed, “Well, at least I can manage to hide them among the crowds in the town.” Looking down at her shirt, which was the same color as her bandana, she noticed pale flecks of dried mud dotting it. Sighing again, she decided to check out an area she was curious about from an earlier trek.

She came upon a rotten, hollow log which spanned ten feet of the river. Wisp knew it was hollow from/because of the empty sound it made when she whacked her foot against it. The log led to another dry patch of ground which had a worn path leading from it.

“It must be an old hunting trail, I think.”

She gauged that the log might not hold her due to the middle of the log dipping into the water.

Wisp was out in the open, but worried about transforming if there were people nearby who may see her transform. The lapping water created by the breeze did not help her to confirm if there were others nearby.

“Guess I should just try it.” Wisp knew that the log was the only way to the trail, except for swimming. “Swimming means a chance with alligators, not taking that route.”

Wisp decided to go for it, even though the log might give out, especially at the bending part. The hollowness also made her nervous, but her curiosity kept a tight hold on her. “I hate it when I think like this, all reckless and such…”

She shakily stood on one side of the log and walked toe to toe, keeping her arms out. About halfway there, she made a wide step over the bent part of the log and wobbled. She bent forward and lowered herself and managed to keep upright. She finally got across and slowly moved along the path. She still could hear the faint lapping, then a snap from up ahead on the path.

Wisp ducked behind a tree, and stood still while listening. She stopped worrying when she heard the snap of a twig again as well as bird chirping. Continuing on the path, she made her way to a grove of trees and spotted an odd sight.

“What in the world is that…?”

A silver-white colored door stood in between two large pine trees.

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