Never Here nor There

Truly she hadn't the patience for conversation, foretold by the stilled tongue she was content to maintain. Without regard for the other, she carried on with increasing stride in the vain efforts of applying more distance between them...yet her legs would only allow for a labored trot, fueled by what little energy remained. And her pause in stride had been her undoing, allowing the ground between them to draw that much closer. Until there was rest for her weary self, sue would have to make due with her lumbering gait along with company tailing behind. As long as she gathered her hint and remained silent, she would endure him.

And to her understanding, she then came to regard to this treacherous place as a summoning ground, for in a matter of moments, little more than a few yards ahead, another form endowed in winter's light stood upon summer's blight as a beckoning thing. The voice...her voice was a serpentine melody of dark inclinations. A hiss before the strike invoked... yet to autumn ears, she perceived it only as a sound not of the whisper of nature and thus needed to be avoided. What business she had upon this plane was not her business to know...nor did she care to.

The woman veered as one would a void a tree when walking a forest. Her berth maintained at more than a wolf's length with eyes peering ahead having spared only the briefest glance. The male could have his conversation with the other if he was inclined to do so. Her own investigations had been for the origins of the scent...not to laze with the two in meaningless banter...


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