Blacktail Deer Plateau frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors

Blue lifted her gaze again and saw Atticus staring down at his feet. This within itself wasn't unusual. He was usually staring off into space or at random things, but this time it seemed different. He was holding his body differently as if....hmmm she wondered softly. Standing to her feet she stepped near him, effectively blocking the sun from view and she just studied him Atticus? Are you okay? She knew he could not answer her, wasn't even sure if he heard her, but she always spoke to him. Just because he was sick did not mean she need to treat him any differently. She studied him unsure what was bothering him so she began to turn her eye to the surrounding area. Hope springs eternal, she remembered her father's words. Most others probably thought she was being foolish, and it would probably turn out to be nothing, but she'd rather check and have it be nothing, than have it be something and ignore it.