Boneweary

*Aranya* · 12-05-2013, 08:28 PM

Aranya drank her fill of the crisp, clean mountain water. It was so cold it nearly burned her throat, but it took her mind off of her throbbing shoulder. She needed to lay down, they needed to find a place to sleep. She looked over her shoulder to where Chill waited behind her with a perfectly innocent look on her gory muzzle. It was extremely unnerving. Aranya cleared her throat and bobbled her head, wavering. Finally she responded with, "We'll see, I suppose. For now, come on. We need to bed down before the sun sets." Aranya waited to see if the fae would drink before turning to walk along the creek.

She knew from experience that cold air would roll down over the mountains, so she set off looking for some sort of rock formation that would block wind or rain. Clouds and weather could move in as quickly as the sun set, and with an open wound she had no desire to invite illness. "We'd have to be selective in who we let join us," she mused as they walked. "I've no desire to have my throat ripped out while I sleep." She eyed Chill from her peripheral vision as she said that, trying to gauge some sort of reaction. As far as Aranya knew, that risk was already upon her.

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