Meadowlark Prairie whatever's lost cannot be found

"You're an ass! You know that, right?"  perhaps not her best nor brightest wordplay, but to be fair, she is angered not only at him, but also herself, and her headache impairs her decision-making process. The poison-eyes girl twisted, loathsome irritation dripping from every move, and followed the pale boy, to which was very likely a flaying. It didn't help that she immediately hated her weak words as soon as they left her maw, but she followed at a distance, anyway. It was not long, however, before the sound of water surprised her, and she rushed past the boy the lap greedily at the cool waters, wading in to her stomach, focus completely on filling the void in her. The heat seeped from her bones in a glorious cool wave as the water smoothed over the desert in her throat.