Firefly Glen follow your fire

xBackdated to Nov 22.
x@Markus maybe? :)

An eerie fog sits heavy over the Glen, the morning light a trickle and barely strong enough to make itself known. It is cold, and it feels as if each breath she takes is a gulp of water.

Her return home has been delayed considerably due to the injury upon her right hindleg, and although Annaliese is not keen to abandon Diaspora, she cannot help but wonder if they’ve thought as much. The sooner she gets there, the better.

But for now, she must rest. The red woman tucks herself underneath a tree, it’s leaves long gone from wind, rain and disaster. It’s presence, however, anchors her nonetheless.