Redsand Canyon Heartbeat

When Nyra spoke to her she was snapped out of her own mindset. The heartbeat forgotten, the present suddenly before her. She rose to her feet and let the water drip off her, she thought it rude to shake her fur next to Nyra and get her wet, so she simply let it drip. She looked at Nyra with the same admiration she always had for this woman. The one and only who seemed to grasp the way her mind worked at times, the only one who never made her feel out of place with the way she was thinking.

War wasn’t sure how long Nyra had been watching, but she was aware her behavior had been out of place, yet Nyra made no mention of it, and for that War was grateful. She needed no reprimand for knowing that her outbursts were out of place. She very well knew that her outbursts were the beginning. She had seen in it soldiers before who had fought in too many battles, killed too many or watched the killing. While some thrived in it War was okay with killing. Not thriving, but okay. But seeing her friends die around her? Never okay.

”Yes, Nyra?” War stood silently, awaiting whatever Nyra wanted from her. She had no idea what was coming as well as no reason to think it bad. She had done nothing wrong and trusted Nyra.