7/21/2025, 12:57 AM
the grass had grown tall along the ridge. dry at the tips, curling gold in the sun. crickets buzzed in the low brush, loud in the quiet. somewhere, water moved—a slow creek or maybe just the wind brushing through leaves.
she laid flat in the grass, cheek pressed against the earth, eyes dull as they drifted along the empty stretch of field. everything felt loud—bugs chirring, leaves rustling, but everything had gone cloudy. distant.
it'd been weeks. no trail to follow. no fur, no blood, no nothing. they were just… gone. like a long-overdue taste of her own medicine, a father's revenge.
she didn’t get up. didn’t want to—there wasn't much to do but walk, and she wasn't much interested in that.
Ruathar
she laid flat in the grass, cheek pressed against the earth, eyes dull as they drifted along the empty stretch of field. everything felt loud—bugs chirring, leaves rustling, but everything had gone cloudy. distant.
it'd been weeks. no trail to follow. no fur, no blood, no nothing. they were just… gone. like a long-overdue taste of her own medicine, a father's revenge.
she didn’t get up. didn’t want to—there wasn't much to do but walk, and she wasn't much interested in that.
Ruathar