nefarious dreams

Banshee's eyes had been shut and her breathing unsteady. She had been suffering from panic attacks within the last few days. One had happened as she had figured out she'd been trapped and then each time she tried to escape. Tiny razor thin cuts lashed her body from the prickly thorns. The babe wasn't in good shape but the truly concerning notion was her lack of hydration.

At first she thought it had been another day dream but sounds of noisy rummaging came to her ears. Beaming blue eyes shot open as she searched the dusty thorns for answers. Soon she saw the muddled visage of Sirius and the Leopard. Banshee blinked as she heard his call and the thin girl let forth a gruff response. "H-here." The tears came in an instant as she stood and padded closer with a lowered head. If she stood up straight the thorns would lash at her scalp. "P.. Please help. It's me B-banshee." Would he help her? She wasn't sure of his relationship with her father. Would this man leave her for dead due to his years of servitude?

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