Fairspell Meadow that's where the pain comes in, like a second skeleton

pp-ing sakhmet

She was mending from the accident the best one could, still early in the healing process. Assumed that she had been given the proper things to help soothe the pain, it was a bearable life. The worst of it all was becoming so utterly useless. How could she be the Morta they needed in this moment if she was tucked away in a pitted bed of dead grasses? On her lucky days she could manage to tame the last young Melonii into spending a few moments with her, telling her what went on out of her silver view. More tragedy it seemed. Along with the cold and the complete absence of all big prey from their area.

It was who she had been keeping near that moment when the call rang. The rise of Jakoul was met with worried protests from Sakhmet but after a few disoriented grumbling sounds were exchanged, the growing child became her crutch. Breaks were frequent but they made it in time to hear the words that escaped from their Nona. A deep huff escaped her as she slowly slid to meet the earth, watching as she was left as a mere shadow on the fringes of the collection while the child undoubtedly moved to be closer to the grieving mother.

A few things drifted through her mind but...she had been wrong before. Wrongly led them here it had seemed. To escape the fall of the trees had only opened them up the elements of a meadow exposed. She bit her tongue (out of pain, out of resentment for her failures) and hoped that someone else would provide an answer.