Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

She isn't sure just what this boy is, but he certainly isn't like anyone she'd ever met before. But she does not allow the festering uncertainty to hold in her thoughts, and her poison-green glare does not soften. "I'd hate to ruin your day with my death, then, so I suppose I'll just go die someplace else." Sarcasm drips from her tone, certain that bluster will get her through this situation easily. She isn't quite as naive to think things could not escalate; she remembers the time the sisters almost watched her drown. She does not doubt the potential for violence but instead believes herself invincible. She moves then, planning to go past him and continue on. Surely this place must have water somewhere, or the life around her would cease to exist. She doesn't know what she expects from the boy, but letting her leave would be preferred. No matter how much she denied it, she dearly needed water.