They really didn’t know how they’d ended up this way. Maybe following the river was a bad idea. It was the easiest way that they could be followed, and they KNEW that. That was the easiest way to follow anyone, and was a foolproof way to get a streamline path to Horizon. Sometime during the past week, Orlel had grown lost in the sparse woodlands of the Starlight Peaks, and had ended up following the streams. Streams meant food. Food meant survival, and that was good enough for them. They’d been growing tired of the taste of fish, but there were other rodents around the streams. The path laid out before them, however, was… Not a great one.
The streams that had been a mere gentle trickle had sped up, become rapids. They didn’t know that that was what the river was going to turn into, and now they stood at the edge of where the rapids fed into the lake below.
Orlel’s breathing was shallow, ears swiveling uncertainly. They were frozen. Lots of different thoughts were muddling about in their head, but self-preservation was the winning emotion. Even still, they were frozen, staring down at the waters that could easily take them if they took one false step.
It was so, so loud. Orlel could hardly think, yet their mind wouldn’t shut-up. Their body and head were on lock-down, and if one looked closely,they were clearly shivering; it wasn’t from the cold. Why where they here? Why couldn’t they move?
Jun 13, 2018 10:17 PM
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