Making tracks

Paw easily reached out to catch the rolling bottle passed to her. The question left lingering for awhile as she opened it and took a long swig. Hanmel hadn’t quite thought about it. Since the whole ordeal of Eraithus’s leader Medusa trying to fight her words shared between siblings and him doing absolutely nothing about it. The entire situation left a bittersweet taste in her mouth t’wards him. What was her next move? "Where I’m from, fighting wasn’t much of a necessity. I want to grow in that area. Become stronger. I may be small; but, that shouldn’t stop me at all." She swallowed another shot. The liquid burning the inside of her throat. Leaving a warm feel just inside the depths of her stomach. At one point, she and her Erai had been so close. Since that day, though, they felt more far apart than ever and it honestly hurt her to the core. "What about you? Why are you out here?"
"Speech"