Silvertip Mountain the bells

takes place hours after this thread

HE'HP!!!

her shriek-howl rattles up the mountain, her legs already propelling her past its borders in search of the first sentry she can find. she pushes through brush, gasping, her lungs and limbs and heart burning with the effort and from what she has witnessed.

MERRIGH! AHH'YAR! HE'HP!

no one can help, truly, but perhaps they'll hear her.

even if it's more a matter of revenge than rescue,

she hopes they can hear her, and soon.

she can no longer draw deep breath, and half-collapses onto a moss-covered boulder, wheezing and doubled-over in paroxysms of grief. like a wound down to the bone; she feels it, oh, she feels it more acutely than any physical harm ever done her.

she weeps savagely, waiting for someone to heed her.