Swiftcurrent Creek Don't make any sudden moves.

For @Arric

Her head was pounding.
The vessel that Akavir had carved, for bringing her water, remained where it had been overturned a day or so previous: it was empty, and even the earth where the water had spilled was dry.
She hadn't seen anyone in a while — but there were scents, and distant sounds that made her ears twitch; Indra wondered if she really could get up and leave, or if that was a trick. Did they wait, did they watch?