A sudden gust pushed through her pelt, rough and cold. She didn’t flinch, only stiffened, ears pricking as the thought crept in that maybe - just maybe - something stood behind her. She didn’t dare look. Not yet.
Her gaze instead found a pair of eyes ahead. A man’s. Though it was hard to tell his colours in these strange tunnels, everything appeared muted and unfamiliar. Still, she lifted a brow and drifted toward him, reading the gentleness in his stare, the caution tucked just behind it.
He spoke, but she didn’t slow. Instead she brushed her side along his as she slipped past, a deliberate little gesture, steady and sure.
I suppose so,she answered, tongue clicking softly as she shuffled ahead of him.
This place… it’s all new to me. Most of these lands are. I can’t even remember how I ended up here.
Her thoughts spiralled, trying to catch hold of something - anything - but seemed everything blurred.. Had she hit her head? Surely she’d feel it. Surely there’d be pain, a throb, a sting.
But there was nothing.
Radovan
