Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

@Mars and @Hvitserk. ;)

Twix half runs, half gallops through the field once she’s out in the open. Her dark, beady eyes search each way as her head swings left and right, scanning the expanse of grass and the tree lines in the distance. The mountain up ahead doesn’t yet deter her as she moves, her breathing become ragged with worry. Eventually, she slows to a stop and hunkers down into the ground to smell the dirt, little fingers pilfering through as if she’d dropped something. She doesn’t linger long, however, as she picks herself up and covers the rest of the distance until her hands are touching stone. 

“Mars?” she whisper-shouts, peering around one corner into another field opening up before her, surrounded by stone on all sides but the entrance. “MARS!” 

Her eyes widen and she stumbles back, putting all four limbs to the ground and take cover beneath a slight overhang. There’s enough to push herself into hiding for anyone that might not be looking for her, but the longer she goes without hearing from her brother, the more concerned she becomes. This game of hide and seek has certainly outlasted any of the others and the moon isn’t brought enough to offer any extra insight. While the stars are enough to illuminate for the nocturnal girl, Twix always struggles to find her brother.

A gust of water sputters in the distance and she picks herself up again, once again peering around the corner but she only sees a faint mist in the distance. She scratches the top of her head once as she begins to move into the geyser field, half pressed against the wall to keep herself masked in the face of danger. Would her brother really be dumb enough to enter a territory this his death written on his forehead? It isn’t the first time they’d traveled through a predator inhabited area but it is the first time alone and a slight tremor begins to make itself down through her spine.

“Mars?” she murmurs once she jerks, a sound in the distance causing her to freeze in place.