Lost Creek Hollow Call her Miss Mirage

Faun was perpetually exhausted.

The boy proved quite the disgruntled young man. Unsure of himself, half trying to drive her away, half confused about what to do with himself. He snapped at her and apologized in the same breath, he tried to get up and looked mollified when she near rammed him back down after a series of back and forths with him that amounted in mudslinging on his part and a quietly radiating malcontent from her. Then, he’d apologize and start it all over again.

It was vicious, the cycle she found herself in. But, the more he fought her, the less he fought the demons in his mind. Despite how much she sometimes wanted to give him just a little smack, a gentle one, she wasn’t in the business of hurting people.

It didn’t mean she didn’t want to. She was patting herself on the back for not. But it simply wasn’t her job. Leave that to others, she told herself as the boy tore into her one more time, feeling it when her eye gave a few quick, tense twitches as his face fell and he apologized again.

Then, he was napping, and Faun considered doing so herself, but the familiar voice on the breeze made her head snap up.

Oh, dear, sweet Kelsier! Finally, someone who understood! Faun was immediately moving to her feet, checking Aquillius over one more time, before slipping out of the den with a carrying skin in her mouth. She did need more of her herbs anyways, it wasn’t like Riverclan was far.

She booked it away from Kvarsheim at full tilt.

It was only when Riverclan was in sight that she slowed, answering Kelsier’s howl with a few sharp, domestic barks, her tail bannering in a friendly manner, her eyes rosy. He had been away for long, but here he was!