Kieaira sank into the wet sand, as the rain continued to fall causing a chill to pass over the small Miqo'te woman. The fire behind her was dying away, and in the next second the land around them was once more cast into shadow, the scent of burning wood strong on the breeze.
In the darkness it was hard to spot the Miqo'te woman, thankfully for her, her eyes were adapt to such low lighting. She pulled herself out of the mud and trenched towards the tent, the thunder and lightning seemed to have stopped ... perhaps the rain would soon cease as well.
Into the tent she crawled, the sleeping bags had all been laid out and should have travelers sleeping soundly within, but alas the battle raged on outside. Kieaira narrowed her eyes as she looked around in the darkness before finally spotting it ... her bag! Tucked away in a corner, it looked as if someone had arranged it to be used as a pillow, but that didn't bother her.
She crawled over to the bag, pulled off her shoes that were filled with water and mud, before pulling off her top and dropping it into a pile with a slosh. She reached into the bag and pulled out a long cloak with a cowl that would hide the white colour of her hair and ears and pulled it on over her still wet pants. Next she found the sandals she had packed away and slipped them on, sure they would get wet, but would be much more comfortable than the soaked and heavy cloth shoes she had been wearing.
She pushed the bag back into the corner and moved to the entrance to the tent, opening it just a slit so she could look out. The tent was on an angle so she could only partially see the others as they fought near the caravan. She swallowed hard, fear gripping at her heart ... she had to do something... She took in a deep breath and darted from the tent, the cowl was dark and helped to conceal her much better.
She moved at the speed of a quick walk, doing her best not to be noticed, and as far as she knew the others were busy fighting. She was heading away from the make-shift camp, towards the direction of Black Brush station, but just how far she would get on her own was unknown ... or would she even return?
In the darkness it was hard to spot the Miqo'te woman, thankfully for her, her eyes were adapt to such low lighting. She pulled herself out of the mud and trenched towards the tent, the thunder and lightning seemed to have stopped ... perhaps the rain would soon cease as well.
Into the tent she crawled, the sleeping bags had all been laid out and should have travelers sleeping soundly within, but alas the battle raged on outside. Kieaira narrowed her eyes as she looked around in the darkness before finally spotting it ... her bag! Tucked away in a corner, it looked as if someone had arranged it to be used as a pillow, but that didn't bother her.
She crawled over to the bag, pulled off her shoes that were filled with water and mud, before pulling off her top and dropping it into a pile with a slosh. She reached into the bag and pulled out a long cloak with a cowl that would hide the white colour of her hair and ears and pulled it on over her still wet pants. Next she found the sandals she had packed away and slipped them on, sure they would get wet, but would be much more comfortable than the soaked and heavy cloth shoes she had been wearing.
She pushed the bag back into the corner and moved to the entrance to the tent, opening it just a slit so she could look out. The tent was on an angle so she could only partially see the others as they fought near the caravan. She swallowed hard, fear gripping at her heart ... she had to do something... She took in a deep breath and darted from the tent, the cowl was dark and helped to conceal her much better.
She moved at the speed of a quick walk, doing her best not to be noticed, and as far as she knew the others were busy fighting. She was heading away from the make-shift camp, towards the direction of Black Brush station, but just how far she would get on her own was unknown ... or would she even return?
