Fault and fracture

Morwenna hid. Or was it resting? She had stuck her nose where it didn't belong and literally got bit for it. She had misread the situation entirely. Never approach a potential patient if they are pacing and wild-eyed without A. Back up, or B. a fucking plan.

She had grown too comfortable. She had grown too close to some of them. She needed to move away... She needed to return to her nomadic life. It was the only to keep herself and... others, safe.

Then came the rousing, the trembles the bucking and buckling of the earth. She had missed the gathering darkness of night until she scrambled, three legged, into the open, out of the den, and into the open air while the earth trembled around her.

The morning was the color of blood and the sky didn't return to normal as the sun continued to rise. It didn't burn off like the fogs of late summer.

She was drawn, as were others to what seemed the epicenter.

She hobbled onward, not used to her new life on three legs. But as she drew closer she had found a rhythm to bounce on her remaining front leg over the terrain. With practice, she could manage all right. Her hobbled limb was mostly healed already. Maybe after she was done investigating this strange new world she'll head to Obscura, see if she could find Kaija.

She crested a hill and found the strangest terrain. Spires towered over the land. Ominous and foreboding. She carefully made her way down, the ground crumbling and soft until she clung to one of the monumental spikes.

The world was bathed in a terrible red light, but despite that... her wildflower gaze fell over a familiar figure and her breath caught in her throat.

"Kaija!" She called happily, but her voice was lost as the wind wove through the gaps in the spikes and howled mournfully. She hopped and hobbled quickly down the slope toward her, ignoring the ominous features just for a moment.