Don't Ask Too Much

Mariah had only be trailing a couple hundred yards behind her sister on the scarlet fae’s treck outside of the territory, keeping quiet as she watched her move through the tall grasses and bushes. Upon entering the thicker vegetation though, it forced her to close the distance some to ensure that she would lose Fia. While she wasn’t necessarily hiding herself from view, she made no attempt to signal her presence, instead respecting Fia’s evident desire for solitude. Yet, at the same time, Mariah did harbor a sense of concern mixed with her curiosity. She had known Fia her whole life- but didn’t really know her sister. They had both spent so long apart, she couldn’t help but contemplate the stranger she was observing. She certainly had a hard time recognizing herself at times.

She wasn’t entirely sure as to why Fia would come out this far in this particular direction. As Mariah followed her, she began to notice subtle signs of Fiametta's agitation. She moved with reckless abandon, plowing through the underbrush like a woman on a mission, and maintaining this pace was taking its toll on her gaunt younger sister. Mariah's gaze narrowed as she observed this abnormal behavior. The Fia she knew was deliberate and careful, not this whirlwind of frustration and impatience. What on earth was she doing?

"Mariah Mendacium"