Emberwood So once for the bright sky, twice for the pig sty, thrice for another day

Peridot was not one to venture far from her brother, but he had requested some time to himself, so she obliged him, making use of her time by going out hunting for small prey animals. The little mouse stuck to the shadows, avoiding the light lest she wanted to bring attention to herself for others to find her. Carnelian would usually be found beside her, acting as her shield and her guide, protecting her from others and herself.

The girl had always been flighty. Nervous. Aloof. Even now, while she hunted, her thoughts were fleetingly irregular, unable to hold one thought long enough to delve deeper, always moving on to what’s next, her brain continuously pre-occupied. It would also be the reason why she suddenly found herself stepping onto nothing but air, her body dragged down by gravity with an oof as she hit the bottom of a recently dug hole.

A cloud of dirt and other debris would signal her accidental arrival amongst the small family’s outing.