Qeya River the sky is falling, the sun is going to explode

A wretched thing had happened at the river, but she was unaware. The lunatic had returned in a burst of severe boredom, secretly drawing enjoyment from possible conflict.

Isra cackles as she skipped, stopping a foot short of the marked border. Snout twitched, something had changed. The scents, perhaps? The madwoman lurked.

set for 9/10. possible joining??? throwing this in here, she hasn't crossed borders yet.