Waiting to Heal
She had been patched up well by her cousin, the bruising to her shoulder all cleared away meaning she could properly distribute her weight among all four limbs, though like Miksa, walking predominately on three legs had formed a stubborn habit in her mind. Sometimes she feared the pain was still upon her shoulder, or would return the moment she started using the particular limb. However, she was slowly breaking that tendency, gradually accustoming to the usual only when she reminded herself. Of course, it was much more comfortable though she wasn't entirely in shape. Her neck still ached so she tried to lessen the pain by keeping her head trained still, though that eventually left her feeling even more sore. Then there was her nose; she couldn't even begin with the annoyance of it. Although it wasn't as serious as before, a few scents her dampened smell couldn't pick up remained, proving to be nuisance whilst hunting. But then again, her health could be worse, and she certainly wasn't the only one still suffering the effects of the raid.
A pallid form lumbered ahead of her position, sauntering alone with the tranquil waterfall softly cascading from afar. After recognising who it was, she picked up her gentle pace and weaved gracefully through the trees until she found herself trotting alongside him. "Hi Miksa," she greeted cheerily whilst exchanging a small smile, feeling her typical elegance fade into a casual demeanour. A laid-back Varda wasn't quite common, though she found the occasional mood rather relaxing. "I was thinking you could use some company." There was no need to ask him about how he was settling in yet again; after participating in the raid and receiving a promotion, he was undoubtably a true member of Threar. It seemed her trip to the north had happened ages ago; a distant yet fresh and distinct memory in her mind. Though whether he was still as nervous and timid as before remained a mystery, however she was soon to find out. |
