Few see her, and most that do care to forget. She is a sodden thing of the bog, a mist spirit clad in living plants. But for her slow and dull appearance, she is a collector of lost things, namely rings of promise and love that may be lost by walkers. The owners are welcome to take them but… none yet have reclaimed their trinkets. She waits, always hopeful.

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