Still. The air hung still around her, devoid of sound and scent. Had her vision really just been a figment of her imagination? Well, it had been awhile since she’d eaten and she had been wandering for quite awhile. Maybe she was just exhausted.
Dagmær spun around at the sound of approaching pawsteps, half expecting Rhys to be standing there. Maybe her friend was just sneaking up on her, testing her. She hoped the accent was just a game, a story of imagination and adventure and some how she’d be a puppy again with a friend and a family and… of course it wasn’t. She knew better than that. An older woman stood across from her, her body language gentle and meek as she asked if Dagmær was alright. “Yea… fine, just uh… thought I saw someone I used to know. It’s no big deal though. Probably just a bit dehydrated.” She shook her head. “Say, do you live here? I think I’ve gotten myself a bit turned around.”
