Blackwater Islands weary

mireille was suddenly exhausted. the tears she had been holding back started to fall, silently dripping from her muzzle between her paws. but she did not cry. she did not sob. "as long as i can return to my mot'ers before dat."
she was not sure what to think. she was not sure what to do. mireille sank to her belly, tucking her wrists under her chin and finally curling on her side at the perch of the listener.
she shut her eyes and called out to sobo in her mind.