Qeya River I know the pieces fit

last from me <3

waved off, dismissed. she knew that perhaps she should have stayed near ksura. she knew too that if she did then sleep might not find her.

or that the man might find them too akin to conspirators.

she was quick to hunch-hobble her way to the caverns. a primal need for dark and shelter. to be cold and away from eyes.

in the silence, she was nothing more than a wounded animal.