Hoshor Plains caught me in it's whirlwind, left me black and blue

it is with reckless abandon that she set on one of the tougher knots of bracken, though her whole body stiffens a moment when one of the hardier branches pierces her gums. the pain takes her back, the sharpness of it, but she does not stop, because compared to Drago - she shouldn't be allowed to stop. 

then she's not alone anymore, and she drops the bloodied lump from her mouth to stare at the woman. her eyes catch her attention for a moment, bright and fiery, but then she returns to giving the stranger a once over. she doesn't return the greeting, but her question has her still - she hasn't heard that in a long time. "nothing," comes her reflexive answer, but a beat later, "fuckers got my brother." it's the name she's given them, after hearing her father scream it, and it sounds harsh and fast and fitting.