tears of salt, heart of stone

How long had they been out at sea? Night and day had come and gone. Had they come and gone more than once? In the frantic scramble to depart,  Cambria's mind had become a blur. It was only when she saw smoke on the horizon that she realized what was happening. Everything was gone. It was well and truly gone. While Idris paddled the boat out into the sea, the tabby coated fae watched the burning village until she could see it no more.

Cambria had curled herself into as tight of a ball as she could manage, taking up as little space as possible. She had learned to give Idris and Matija space and she did so now reflexively. Idris was the type to lash out, so Bria did everything in her power to keep herself from being a target for his ire. Where was Matija? Had it bothered her to leave Matija behind? Yes. Yes it had. Not only because she was attached to the man, but because, without him, Idris would be more irritable, more prone to growling and raging. They wouldn't have left him behind without a reason. Surely he would be joining them at some point.

Lips were cry and cracked and the fae's body was screaming for water by the time their raft collided with sand. The sudden jolt brought the barest sound of discomfort from Cambria. Her entire body was stiff and aching from being curled up for so long. At a command from Idrid, the woman unfurled her leggy body and slid into the water. Paws hit sand and it took her a moment to regain her land legs. Long limbs cut through the water as she made her way to dry land. Dry... too dry. She needed a drink badly.

Head lowered in exhaustion, dehydration and more than a bit of defeat, Bria followed Idris as he had commanded. Where they were going, she didn't quite know. Not that it mattered anyway. Where she went in life wasn't up to her at all. Nope, not in the slightest.
"Cambria"