If someone had told Fiora a year ago she'd be feeding into chaotic zoomies in the bottom of a canyon searching for magical runes buried by time and ancestors to Mythris in order to save the world... well, even the eccentric young healer would've laughed in your face. Failing to resist the urge of frantic zoomies, sure, but everything else? Leaving home without her Mother at her side, risking her life for someone unknown, unsure of the path ahead? No, no way! She wouldn't have imagined she had this kind of.... resolve. The fortitude to push on through the elements with no shelter or comfort in sight through the ache of missing her family, the way it all reminded her of quiet weeks alone searching for anything familiar. It wasn't that she even thought herself weak or unprepared, but there was a level of discipline necessary to keep moving forward when it would be so much easier to turn her sights to home and wait for something else to fix things.

But here she was, having failed every step of the way beside her successful sister, just desperate to do some good, just happy to be along for the ride.

With a sharp twinge in her ankle, everything is turned upside down.... several times, literally, as the Bacchus woman slipped deeper into the ravine, tumbling, a grunt or squeak pushed from her at each impact. When finally she came to a halt, she was dizzy, and sore, and she groaned out a note of surprise in the form of a slowly drawled, dramatic, Ow.... before looking around. She thought she could climb back out, with some effort; pants shaking her lightly, Fiora just sat up and laid there for a moment as she evaluated. Nothing broken, nothing twisted where it shouldn't be, only a few cuts barely wet with blood and some tender spots that would certainly bruise.

It was then she realized there was still something ahead -- squinting, pulling herself to her paws, Fiora glimpsed the shine of water and something within its shallow pool. Curious, she was already taking a staggered step forward when a subdued voice tickled her ear. Here -- HERE! There was something here! Excited, heart rate spiking, Fiora surged forward despite the protests from her aching body, calling Mir! MIR! I found something! Could her sister hear her? The snowy witchdoctor bayed an enthusiastic summons for Mir just in case.

And then, paws plunging into the pool with furious gusto, Fiora tried to shift the slab out of the water. If she had to, she'd grip an edge with her teeth and yank it out.

She wanted so desperately to simply help.