Redsand Canyon am i out of touch?

i promise there used to be a version of me that didn't used to just...throw up all over.

another dry laugh. a bit strained against her bile burned throat.

it's minne. her thin, whip-like tail offered a few tentative beating sweeps. i was supposed to be like a...watcher or something. then i started training under tierra. we like scouted together. gave messages out and stuff.

and now i'm a burden on mereo she thought dryly.