[I can scent them, she answers, her usual soft, and felt, thrumming-cadence returning. As she steps, she tries to find, and adjusts as she needs to, a pace both dependable and not too slow.
There's blue lights marking the way back, as well, informing him. Should you fall behind again, if I'm unable to come for you, you can look for them. Don't touch them, she cautions as a last note on this.
One of her ears cants toward him, as if making up for her being unable to look and look back at him. As if his hand isn't enough, as if she's keeping attentively, doubly certain she hasn't lost him. I know it's painful, but please weather it. Moving will keep you alive, even if it's unbearable.
This wind isn't nature's, she informs as an add on to what she's sharing. It probably sounds cryptic; she means, it's good that they're following it. There's likely some form of civilization if everyone endures for long enough.]
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There's blue lights marking the way back, as well, informing him. Should you fall behind again, if I'm unable to come for you, you can look for them. Don't touch them, she cautions as a last note on this.
One of her ears cants toward him, as if making up for her being unable to look and look back at him. As if his hand isn't enough, as if she's keeping attentively, doubly certain she hasn't lost him. I know it's painful, but please weather it. Moving will keep you alive, even if it's unbearable.
This wind isn't nature's, she informs as an add on to what she's sharing. It probably sounds cryptic; she means, it's good that they're following it. There's likely some form of civilization if everyone endures for long enough.]