09-22-2018, 11:09 PM
The Pitts attack on the crew was the first time Keona had encountered such violence. She had not meant to be close to any fighting. They had caught her off-guard. The tiny fae had to skitter up a tree, least she be caught directly in the Pitt's path. Not a situation she appreciated, especially when someone had tried lighting it on fire. Her father had made quick work of that, of course. Lucky, she supposed afterwards. It would not have been necessary, if she had not wandered so far into the jungle, alone...
Nothing had stopped her before. Nothing stopped her now, even, though there was a flicker of new caution in her pale, sea-green hues. She stepped more slowly through the dense undergrowth, wincing whenever a leaf crinkled beneath her tiny paws. Suddenly, the jungle seemed more dangerous than it had before. The minnow had always been rather sure of herself; she had taken the time to learn her way through the trees, through the well-worn and barely-made paths alike. Now, she felt her fur prick nervously. Her ears kept perked, listening carefully.
She stepped close to a small, bubbling stream, tail flicking to-and-fro. Maybe she should head back.
Nothing had stopped her before. Nothing stopped her now, even, though there was a flicker of new caution in her pale, sea-green hues. She stepped more slowly through the dense undergrowth, wincing whenever a leaf crinkled beneath her tiny paws. Suddenly, the jungle seemed more dangerous than it had before. The minnow had always been rather sure of herself; she had taken the time to learn her way through the trees, through the well-worn and barely-made paths alike. Now, she felt her fur prick nervously. Her ears kept perked, listening carefully.
She stepped close to a small, bubbling stream, tail flicking to-and-fro. Maybe she should head back.
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