Fairspell Meadow sangre

Several names tumble off of her lips, only one being familiar to him. Had they been a traveling band to Akashingo? Or perhaps leaving from the red palace? As she coiled upon herself Briar realized the absence of her leg. Was she having difficulties with traveling that caused her collapse? His frown tightened as his next thought soured his tongue.

This Juárez and Crowfeather, did they leave you behind? His question, while pointed, parted from his lips softly. Two-tone eyes lingered in the silver woman's form before he heaved a sigh. The truth on whether she had been abandoned or not was irrelevant. She as suffering beneath sun. A touch of empathy fostered within the lone traveler; he too was familiar with its cruelty.

I know of Akashingo. Would they be turned away if they stood at the palace doors? I can take you there. Would Pharaoh Toula grant the woman respite?

He did not know these answers either. Nor did he want to consider them further.

Briar's paw hovered tentatively. I will have carry if you can't walk. He wait several breaths before moving to lift the woman onto his shoulders. Awkward as it was, he tried best to balance her weight.