when the colors fade

Davey left him to go hang out with some girl-- figures. Tide bristled, watching his brother slip off over a rise. There was a weird roll to the landscape here, one he could only guess was natural. It didn't have to do with the buckling beneath his feet, but it sure was fucking strange. Making his way in the opposite direction his brother had gone off (served him right) (asshole), Tide picked up a low, steady jog. It would conserve his energy (they'd done so much walking already today), and he was still quick enough to make it worth.

Finding a rise of his own, he takes the high ground with confidence. Strange scratches opened up the land, running out in every direction. For as far as Tide was able to see, he traced them with a piercing gaze. Strange, but what could have caused them? Did it have to do with the quakes, the ones that had stirred up last night and continued on to now? Was there something else going on? Tide chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to think it through.

"speech"