Every Little Thing She Does

SHIBA KLEIN

Shiba moves through the grasses, scanning the surrounding area for herbs. She had nothing in particular in mind as she had no injuries or illnesses that needed to be treated, she had no bag to carry them, and no permanent home to store them. Settling was not an option for her at the moment, but her endless wandering was beginning to wear on her. It had been quite some time since she had last seen any familiar faces and cursed herself each day for having allowed herself to lose track of them. They had to be here somewhere, though where they had settled themselves still eluded her. A hint of guilt and grief had begun to work its way into her heart, uncertain of the fate her brother had met that day, not knowing if he had succeeded in gaining his freedom or not, but her face would not betray the emotion. A scowl had worked its way onto her lips and her gaze was cold and hard.

A strange but tantalizing scent hit her, drawing her in closer. The two women laying in the grass were easy enough to find, though the woman was unsure of what exactly she had intended to do once she reached them. The pair seemed relaxed, but there was something heavy in the air around them that gave her pause. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..." She glanced back the way she came, but she was hesitant to walk away, her gaze flickering back to the two, towards the alcohol they seemed to be sharing. She had never indulged in the drink, having seen how it caused some to lose control of themselves, though she had always wondered what it might be like to allow herself to let go, even if only for a short period of time.

"Speech."