La La Latch
Myth was lucid for probably the first time in about a week, the first thing she was aware of was how cold and wet she was. Groaning she opened mis-matched eyes to dim autumn light. Her nose was working now, drinking in the scent of stale water and she was aware of a constant dripping sound. Well at least she had been smart enough to find a cave… Slowly lifting herself into a sitting position, Myth took inventory of her slowly returning memories. It felt like a century ago that she had run from her sister… her family. The anger and grief knotting together into a ball in her stomach and even now she could only really focus on her loss… Somewhere along the way she had decided to try and leave Alacritis… maybe go back to Ahlon or try and find her daughter… then she had ended up back here… somehow. For a moment a gnawing hunger drew the battered woman’s attention and she shakily rose to her paws, dragging herself forwards she barely made it even a few steps before the weakness in her limbs won over and she collapsed onto her side. Gaze locked on the world beyond the cave entrance she let out a pathetic whine, not even strong enough to really call for help. |