you just might see a ghost tonight
She was growing weary of all this walking and running and hunting. She missed the ease of being around others. Back when she was on her own as a babe, she'd starved for days. Now, she could very well hunt for herself, but she couldn't manage anything especially filling. A rabbit here, a vole there, and carrion in between. Where was the variety? The spice? Nowhere, that's where. Kicking a stone across the ground, she huffed to herself. She had just eaten, but she wasn't happy about it. Her mismatched gems remained downcast, glaring intently at the terrain as it was eaten up beneath the pads of her feet. She'd gotten lost during her trip, sidetracked, really. She didn't want to remember the reason why quite yet, so she opted to just leave it at lost. Violet plume swept rhythmically across her dark heels, catching the first dregs of winter sunlight. Her coat had thickened considerably in the fall, and now she was thoroughly insulated for the coming season. She considered going north, to see if Bacc had continued with the plans of the trip. If he'd kept going, she would definitely catch him on his return trip from the north. Her toes nudged an old bone out of the way as she meandered toward a crevice in the rocks. It was looking like a storm was brewing, and she wasn't sure if she would like to risk being caught in it. Besides, the lavender damsel had been awake all night. While a few miles wouldn't be that hard to manage, she wasn't really feeling like walking around waiting for a storm to break. This was a good looking place to settle for the next little while. She could rest her feet, make a game plan. She really did need to find Bacc, it was approaching the second season without him. The third? Shit. Her audits lowered toward her delicate crown, and she ducked into the hollow. Oh jeez, that was awful. It reeked of sulfur and there were cobwebs covering every inch of it. No thank you. She muttered to herself, shaking her head as she backed out. With a small yawn the girl continued, heading closer to the volcanic peak in search of a better nook or cranny to stay in. At this rate, she wouldn't even be fully settled in when the storm hit. Frowning as she walked, she glanced to and fro along her path. Even a collection of boulders would do. The clouds on the horizon were going to get closer, and she wanted to be in deep sleep when they hit. It was hard to fall asleep when it was crashing and rumbling like mad overhead. |