Does your mumma know that you're out?

Another sleepless night.

Modesty made her way to the mainland this time, turning her eyes up to the stars, partly obscured by clouds, but nothing that would threaten rain. Perhaps it was all the resting she had managed when she was unwell, but sleep seemed to be eluding her more often than not. It had been some time since she had just moved for the sake of moving, for curiosities sake. Most of the land immediately surrounding the cavern, out to seas plain, she knew like the back of her paw at this point, but it had been an age since she found herself in the swampland... It had been where their mother had taken them when she had fled... Could that be where she was hiding?

Trees began to crowd in the closer she drew to the unmistakable soft ground with its earthy scent of mud and moss. It wasn't unpleasant, but the air seemed to hang heavy, fog rising to release the heat the ground had held for the day. Not for the first time, she wished she had something like Deluges glow to light her way, to cut through her soupy surroundings.

I was just a bit further, right? To the temporary camp they had claimed when they first fled the shrine? She had lost the guidance of the stars and none of the marks on these trees seemed fresh. It was also absent any familiar scent to lead her onwards... She stopped, looking over her shoulder. Same trees behind her that seemed to stretch out in front. Sure, it would probably be less disorienting once the sun rose and burned away the fog, but that wouldn't help her now. So she kept walking.

“Speech.”