She wandered the rough terrain that surrounded the rapids, the wild crashes of running water filling her ears, almost blocking out that of the rains drops. Vietta pouted to herself, as emotionally visible as she was, and released a silent sob, inhaling sharply. She’d been walking for hours, days… months. There was still no sign of her precious brother and the weight of his loss was baring down upon her.
A tear merged with the rain that soaked her pelt.
The woman was soaked through, going past the point to which rain fell and sat atop her dense pelt. She could feel the cold against her skin, the way the wind blew against her and made her shiver.
She was utterly and totally lost as she stumbled around the land closest to the rapids and inside her, she could feel the temptation to move just that little bit closer to its edge. She wasn’t a suicidal woman but the crushing feeling that came with little success was almost overwhelming.
Another sob overcame her, louder this time.
She felt utterly useless.
Jun 29, 2018 08:03 AM — Post #1
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