Hoshor Plains no escape

Much like Garahel, Lullaren couldn’t see above the grass.

Unlike Garahel, they didn’t have the thought to jump and see where they were going. Instead, they had been blindly wandering in a large circle for most of the day, trusting honed instincts to guide them. They really shouldn’t have, because the shadowed youngest of the Dubois line was quite honestly very, very lost. Lullaren gave a faint, huffing wheeze, closing their eyes to pant for a while, before raising their head and trooping onward. It was too hot to be without shade for this long, but Lullaren was too proud to admit they had been at this since morning.

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Not to mention the infrequent stumbles from things under their paws they couldn’t see. This one in particular was a dent in the ground, and they caught their paw on the rim of it, unbalanced themself, and ate dirt. Later, they’d blame the heat for the next few moments in time.

Je vais retrouver ta mère, et sa mère, et faire de vous deux des cendres si éloignées l'une de l'autre qu'il faudrait une galaxie entière de gravité pour vous ramener-! Angry tirades were a specialty for the troubadour, who wrenched their paw out of the dent in the dirt, tucked it to their chest, and proceeded to bless out the dent in high pitched, shrieky French.