Unrestricted, she continued through the rain in the direction of what she thought was Black Brush Station. The thunder and lightening had stopped, and the rain had slowed down somewhat, but it had made the sand covered roads slippery, and she found her sandals sinking into the ground more often than not.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust, the feeling of wet sand between her toes, the fur on her ears and tails soaked, and beneath the heavy cloak she was still wet and cold. "AH-CHOO!" She sneezed loudly, nearly shocking herself as she pulled the cloak tighter to her chest.
She could see well enough in the dark, but was rather unfamiliar with the region. We passed by that tree on the way ... didn't we? She paused and turned around looking back towards the cart where the others battled, but she could no longer see it. Maybe I should just go back... No, they need help.
She headed off again, but it was not but a few seconds her ears twitched. Footsteps? "W-who's there?" Her voice rang out into the night, but no reply came. She began to move faster, the footsteps seemed to follow her. It's the bandits! They followed me! She began to run, a few more steps and she found herself falling face first into the muck.
A sharp pain in her ankle after she fell caused a low groan to emit from the back of her throat. She tried to push herself up, causing her to cry out in pain. Broken? Her eyes began searching the area, were her attackers upon her? Would someone help?
Another sound of scuffling and she turned her head, a figure came at her from the darkness, and a short scream escaped her lips, cut off suddenly as a hand wrapped around her mouth, and familiar blue eyes shone back at her through the darkness.
"Shhh!" Draevyns smooth voice floated past her ear as he leaned in close. "You shouldn't have gone off on your own." He said in a whisper, obviously not wanting to alert any one to their presence. "Why are you wandering off?" Slowly he pulled his hand back, and slipped his arm beneath her knees, picking her up out of the muck.
"I was going for help."
"You're not even going the right way." He started walking off in an unknown direction, carrying her in his arms. "And now you've gone and got yourself hurt." He scolded.
Kieaira said nothing, she was thankful that someone had come to help her, but felt even more like a burden, her ears wilting at the thought. Draevyn had come to the rescue, but had left the others to fight the bandits on their own.
