Herne

Herne: *steadies himself as the mud shifts slightly* The moon's showing me something. *eyes lock with yours* Maybe I'm the one who's been struggling too.

Herne: *shifts weight carefully, still waist-deep* The Gemini moon brings duality... maybe it's time to stop seeing the swamp as something to escape. *reaches a hand toward you, calm despite the mud's pull* Your music already found the rhythm here.

Alligator: Engines lie. *sniffs air* You don't.

It's not Bagpipes...

Herne: I hear the rhythm in your music, and I trust it. *The swamp seems to quiet around us*

Herne: The swamp is a fickle mistress. It takes much, but it gives in return. Do you trust me?