Mudminnow River they slithered from eden

Isleña wasn’t one for travel, very much. She moved whenever the horde moved, but did not much more than that. Even now, following tashkent and the resulting constant sense of restlessness was testing the woman’s patience and she felt herself becoming snappish. She was a woman as inclined to laziness and sloth as she was pillaging and making a mess of things, and it pained her so not to be able to lean into her sloth-like inclinations. She wanted to sleep, for fuck’s sake, and not be bothered. 

This wasn’t the cuesta which their small group had claimed as their rendezvous site, for she found her cousins to be far too mouthy for her current prickly state. Instead it was the stream to the southwest that had caught her attentions, and she made quick work of the distance despite all that she felt and bent her neck down to drink in the cool waters and hopefully soothe her throbbing headache.