June 06, 2019, 04:07 PM
Heat curled over her in waves, suffocating, burrowing beneath her pelt until her jaw dropped of its own accord in an effort to combat the humidity. Even without the sun, the temperature ate at her - freshly unbound head wounds throbbing in response.
If only it would rain already, Olvida thought, casting dark eyes at the overcast skies. The wind was a welcome relief but even it could not alleviate the claustrophobic press in the air, a herald of the storms yet to break.
In truth, she was somewhat grateful the summer squall hadn't struck yet - it would have made her task of digging caches a muddy mess of muck. Until it did, she would continue to scrape through the loam - daydreaming of a fishing expedition in the cool relief of a diluge.
If only it would rain already, Olvida thought, casting dark eyes at the overcast skies. The wind was a welcome relief but even it could not alleviate the claustrophobic press in the air, a herald of the storms yet to break.
In truth, she was somewhat grateful the summer squall hadn't struck yet - it would have made her task of digging caches a muddy mess of muck. Until it did, she would continue to scrape through the loam - daydreaming of a fishing expedition in the cool relief of a diluge.