"Hallo, you really should eat something."
It was a cold winter night in the marsh. The sky above was clear and all the little pools had frozen over. A blanket of snow covered everything and Dahzmiq was struggling to keep the home warm.
Inside the giant mangrove tree, along with keeping the heat from coming in through the thick branches that made the walls of their home, Dahzmiq was having a time keeping Hallo in high spirits. Something was wrong with her, he was sure. She stayed in the lower rooms all hours of the day and hardly came out for any sunlight or food or anything.
Dahzmiq stood at the top of the rounded staircase, peering down into the dark. Hallo always wanted it dark down there, claiming it was better for the spells and potions. Dahz wasn't so sure sometimes. He worried if it was something else, if there was something deeply troubling her.
"Hallo," he said again. "I