Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

@Urias :)

 

as it turned out crushing a bone to near nothingness did, in fact, hurt.

the intensely pulsating ache from her foot had begun to leave her lightheaded as the half-day trek ensued, sure that if she did not treat it as soon as possible she would not get the chance to do so. what is your name? the girl inquired to the man who accompanied her through gritted teeth. a disraction from the pain -- should he oblige her conversational efforts.

every muscle in her body seemed to tense up with each step forward, and it took all the willpower within her not to yelp at each mere movement. the dark-haired girl was not weak. the offspring of a warlord; a fact she reminds herself in an effort not to submit to the lingering desire to rest. 

scylla casts her eyes ahead as the treeline begins to thin and with that, the indication that the lake lied not too far away. but there was still to garner the supplies she required to treat the wound, another feat left unaccomplished. with a low, frustrated growl did she continue to hobble against the direction of the rivers current.