tears of salt, heart of stone

Idris walked before her, telling her not to drink the brackish water. Cambria wrinkled her nose when he couldn't see. Of course she knew not to drink the water. She wasn't stupid. In fact, before the woman had been... commandeered... she had been considered to be gifted by her family's teachers. Remembering such things made Cambria's head hurt, so she gave her skull a shake and trudged on after Idris.

Matija was somewhere else and Bria found it easier to think about where the grey brute might be rather than think about her past. The past was cloudy, covered by a thick veil of fog. Trying to clear that fog gave the woman headaches, so it was easier to just focus on something else. Matija. She knew that he'd been left behind to burn down the village. How would he find them? The world was such a huge place. She hadn't heard the two conspiring about a destination, so how would he know?

Idris' voice pulled her back to the present and she looked at his back end, you know... because he was walking in front of her. The woman didn't reply, she simply nodded even though he wouldn't see, and continued walking. Up ahead thick, gnarled trees shot up from the land and she wished that they were already shielded by them. The sun beat down hard, soaking into her dark coat and forcing the fae to pant in order to keep cool. Gods above... her tongue felt like the very sand that they walked on.

"Cambria"