[M] Count Your Blessings [Dell]

Dell’s happy deamonr set her nerves to prickling again, grating against each other like pads upon hard sand. She had never understood the simplicity of others, how they could live so care free. When was the last time you were happy?” The inner demoness slithers in her chest, pulling at the strings of memories left buried. Hoping to drag the woman down into the dark depths, to light the fire of resentment. Quill pushes it away, swallowing hard in hopes of burying the creature back for a while.

As they move audits flicker back to the woman, noting that she was keeping her distance. They wound along the edge, paw steps slow and calculated as they pick their way down into the gorge. In a short time they finally reach the bottom and she steps aside to let the woman explore first. Eyes are met with sparse yet hardy vegetation and many other odd plants she is not familiar with. An annoyed sigh escapes her lips as she speaks to Dell. ”Was this everything you had hoped and dreamed?” Words are cast with a steeled tone and the exaggerated arch of a brow.