Firefly Ravine how lonely to be something nothing wants to kill

Furi has a particularly strong grip on the roots, gnawing and tugging and growling. Her feet slip as she tugs, and when she looks up the moment she hears the voice of another, she’s fill with a sudden wave of rage and embarrassment mixed into one. Slowly, she releases the root that tripped her and her breathing is ragged, chest heaving at the sides while she regains her composure.

“Shut up,” she goes with, briefly closing her eyes. Nothing better couldn’t have come out of her mouth? “Do you just follow me wherever I go?” she spits back, realizing most of her late encounters outside of Drageda involve Ingram in some form.