Chimera Fields crawl

this is not what she waited for. this is not what she waited for.

her heart pounds against her chest, each beat sending wafts of pain throughout her body, but she ignores it. she stares at her mother's teeth. a warning, she presumes. racharra could spit.

her father's name stains the grass between them as it is spat out instead by zharille and the distance between mother and daughter grows. to think the closest racharra ever was to her mother was when she was at her teat. even that was for far too short of a time.

vassal.. she parrots to think about the word. ..it was akashingo's offer to protect the lake! and i'm no dog!

it was those final words, then, that come like a stab. go, then. go home, little dog. they echo, mocking her as they circle in her mind. her heart of glass cracks, and racharra glares at the woman she calls her mother.

her lips curl back, and the woman sheds her noble name for just a moment, and flares her teeth. muscles tense. the desert was there for me when you weren't! despite the veneer of strength, she pants between breath. her body may be strong but today racharra realizes she has a weak heart. but she must continue.

you and father are the same. you both run.