Skill:
She was tired. Small paws dragged her across the soft terrain, but the woman felt nothing but the very same rock she'd found herself upon these last few nights. She felt raw, stripped of her skin and exposed to the burning air. It was unbearable, and though she was still reeling from it, the girl would not find comfort in slumber—not with the nightmares trailing her like feral critters nipping at her heels.
The murkiness of the night had taken advantage of her curiosity and conformed it to her worst nightmares, picking apart her insecurities and fears just to shove them down her throat. And she'd allowed it, wasted away without even lifting a paw to fight because she did not know how. She was unused to this, unused to whatever this was, and she'd fooled herself into thinking she could get away with it. Foolish. Foolish. Foolish.
Ahead of her, the rush of water acted as a guide, rolling over itself in an effort to get wherever it seemed to be headed. Too dreary to find herself distracted, she kept on, eyes half-lidded while mud clung to the fur of her golden feet. She supposed she missed company, missed the laughs with Arzhel, or even the tears Kael had ushered from her; she missed it all when silence was now all she had.
Sienna parted a bush with her head, twigs intertwining with her fur as she rustled between it. The loud splash of water was the only thing that stopped the girl in her tracks, periwinkle eyes widening as she took in the figure downstream. Was he playing in it?
She'd only guessed as much but the girl was curious still, nonetheless, her desperation for company propelling her forward with little care for safety.
They'd moved by the time she approached fully, but the girl was bright-eyed nevertheless, taking him in softly. "Where did it go? Your friend?" Surely the floppy thing had not disappeared completely.
