Viene fornito con il tempo
02-02-2016, 12:11 PM
She was out now, laying about, half in and half out of an unmarked den. She didn't feel like she could move. Her mind was spinning. Sparrow's heart hammered heavily in her chest, her stomach turned, though she didn't throw up. Since Finch had been brought back, her mind spun and spun. Finch wasn't stupid. Finch was raised around healers. Finch was already cautious and flighty. Who could have done this? Sparrow breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She counted, timing her breaths, breathing long, drawn out breaths.
Who hurt Finch? Who could have gotten to her?
A sound. Minty eyes lifted, looking for the noise. Starling. He had been with Finch. Maybe he knew how she was doing. What had poisoned her? Were they able to find a scent on her? After so many wolves piled on to help her, she was sure it was impossible to distinguish a scent. Had Finch remembered anything? Could even her memories be trusted? Sparrow opened her mouth to hall out to her brother, but her maw was dry. When had she eaten last? When did she last drink anything. With a small, defeated huff, Sparrow eyed Starling as he drew closer, maybe for the first time, not bounding to him in greeting. She just lay there, though her mind was racing away, she laid there.
Who hurt Finch? Who could have gotten to her?
A sound. Minty eyes lifted, looking for the noise. Starling. He had been with Finch. Maybe he knew how she was doing. What had poisoned her? Were they able to find a scent on her? After so many wolves piled on to help her, she was sure it was impossible to distinguish a scent. Had Finch remembered anything? Could even her memories be trusted? Sparrow opened her mouth to hall out to her brother, but her maw was dry. When had she eaten last? When did she last drink anything. With a small, defeated huff, Sparrow eyed Starling as he drew closer, maybe for the first time, not bounding to him in greeting. She just lay there, though her mind was racing away, she laid there.