Dawnlark Plains rhythm romancing

She went north, unaware of what drew her that way. Her legs churning, so that her copper body became a streak through the trees. There was no sense left within Indra. She would run until her heart gave out.

The girl was oblivious to being tailed and it was good she did not look back, for seeing the leggy boy behind her would've been the tipping point.

Even when Indra did eventually stop it wasn't a choice she consciously made - she skidded, scrambled, spidered her way along, desperate beyond all measure, until she hit a burm and went down hard among a tangle of ferns.

Behind her was the boy - and it wasn't until he called out a word that Indra noticed him fully anyway - who she met with the wild eyed stare typically reserved for prey animals.

Every inch of her body screamed at her to keep going, but she couldn't. It felt as if she were locked within herself by a sudden excruciating pain; her muscles could have been peeling off the bone for all she could tell - the feeling was so violent that she immediately began to dry heave and hyperventilate at once.