Mixtape Ghost NThins were rather quiet around camp, until they suddenly weren't. Raiders, likely finding them by following the trails of Vis and Separ. She frowned, knowing what would happen if she was around danger. She tried to level her breathing, telling herself there was no need to get hasty and attack.
Because Carver was going to protect them.
Alula clenched her jaw, eyes glowing brightly from under her hat. She was horribly confused and overwhelmed. Voices screamed from every direction, and she was unable to hear a single command or vision. It was chaos. Not only did her head feel crowded and distant, her body hurt as well. It was a foreign feeling, watching as Carver ran off into the woods, into the danger. Her stomach was twisting into knots, and her chest felt tight. Perhaps her time was almost up.
She glanced around camp, trying to keep herself composed. Everyone was in danger, so many possibilities. Alula frowned, muttering to herself.
"Everything is foggy, thick and unseeable. Like fog across a lake. Danger lurks but life stays hidden."
She shivered. Vis, Separ, and the female child were off and likely to die. They may or may not have found the woman. Carver was off into the woods. This left herself, the merchant, the gnome, and Kelvin remaining. As well as the young boy, but she refused to take responsibility for him. She couldn't. Alula watched as the gnome began to grab gear and then run ahead, following Carvers direction. She would do the same.
She first made sure that Kelvin and the merchant were in front of her. She would take up the rear, it was safer that way. She then, despite the voices, turned to the boy. She didn't speak but instead gestured down the path. Hopefully the child would catch up to the gnome. And then began to limp down the path herself. She refused to look back.
Because Carver was going to protect them.
Alula clenched her jaw, eyes glowing brightly from under her hat. She was horribly confused and overwhelmed. Voices screamed from every direction, and she was unable to hear a single command or vision. It was chaos. Not only did her head feel crowded and distant, her body hurt as well. It was a foreign feeling, watching as Carver ran off into the woods, into the danger. Her stomach was twisting into knots, and her chest felt tight. Perhaps her time was almost up.
She glanced around camp, trying to keep herself composed. Everyone was in danger, so many possibilities. Alula frowned, muttering to herself.
"Everything is foggy, thick and unseeable. Like fog across a lake. Danger lurks but life stays hidden."
She shivered. Vis, Separ, and the female child were off and likely to die. They may or may not have found the woman. Carver was off into the woods. This left herself, the merchant, the gnome, and Kelvin remaining. As well as the young boy, but she refused to take responsibility for him. She couldn't. Alula watched as the gnome began to grab gear and then run ahead, following Carvers direction. She would do the same.
She first made sure that Kelvin and the merchant were in front of her. She would take up the rear, it was safer that way. She then, despite the voices, turned to the boy. She didn't speak but instead gestured down the path. Hopefully the child would catch up to the gnome. And then began to limp down the path herself. She refused to look back.
