Looking for a Purpose

When fleeing from the cursed building, Acciona had paid very little attention to where she was going, only focusing on getting away. As far away as she could manage before the soreness in his rump and the stinging above her eye got to be too much and she had to stop. She’d found a secluded little stop tucked away in the shadows to fall into a restless sleep, filled with nightmares. Everytime she woke up when the sound of that horrible laughter filled her head, as if she were still trapped in that strange room at the bottom of the stairs. She shuddered at the thought, but as the sun rose and the bright morning light reached her, she found comfort in knowing she had, in fact, escaped.

She would need to find her brother and Shiba again soon, as she knew the healer would be able to properly look at her wound. For now though, she needed to clean the dry, crusty blood off of her face. She moved to the edge of the river and slipped in, just enough that she was able to dip her head into the water, before lifting a paw to gingerly wipe at the left side of her face.

"Speech."