you've built a fine shrine in me

This was the first place encountered on this new continent that displeased Adora, and it was only due to the recent turn of events ending with her thoroughly snared in thorned brush. Trying to pull herself out only caused the vicious plant to hold tighter, and she had Maeve to consider, who had nowhere to go and so remained tucked close around her neck. The scarf that covered the cotton mouth was thin and would only protect so much. Ideally, she needed another set of paws, but that was the stinger; this place didn't seem to see much activity at all from her kind.

Adora sighed and relaxed as much as she could, resigning herself to wait long enough to see if the Mother was willing to send any help her priestess' way. If no one came in a reasonable amount of time, she would just have to grit her fangs and deal with the damage, which would hopefully fall all onto her and leave her companion unmarred.

Maeve hissed against her throat, attempting to lend her patience to the young woman. It had been months, and Adora was so tired of constantly waiting. Waiting for guidance, for leads, for passage... but mostly, of waiting for her.

Softly, she growled. Damn this thicket.