To and Fro
5th of Summer, 514 A.V.
5th of Summer, 514 A.V.
It was only a few bells after dawn as the Witch made her way through the canopy. She was glad to have put Zinrah and its blockade behind her, even if part of her chest ached about her final confrontation with her brother. The simple fact that her own baby brother might hate her for all of time felt like a weighted stone in her chest. She could deal with the hatred of anyone and everyone else, of her Mother, her clan, the entirety of Taloba, but to see his face contorted with the emotion, and directing it at her, it was…
She paused halfway out on a branch high up in the canopy, poised for a jump, the ball of her feet balancing carefully on her perch. These thoughts did her no good, replaying the scene over and over again, trying to think of better things to say…it did her no good. Yellow eyes flicked over to the next branch, her backside lowering with her knees, then she sprung off of her perch and sailed through the air, catching onto thing branches which bent under her weight, but alighting on a lower branch on the next tree over, lowering slowly down onto her feet and racing across the new branch, hopping up and grabbing a higher branch and pulling her weight up, surveying her next target.
This was by far the safest way to travel for the half breed, and she was really starting to get the hang of it as well. Her arms and legs grew less sore every day, and she could feel the muscles building, her eyes for the branches that could support her weight and how far she could jump improving marginally with each passing day.
Tinnok glanced up into the sky, one hand over her eyes as Syna glinted down through the thick jungle leaves that shaded the under story. She was making good time, but this stretch of jungle led closer to Taloba than she liked. On her way to the Tear of the Clouds to seek advice from Caiyha, the half breed was eager to put both Zinrah and Taloba behind her.
She took another running leap off of a tree, stumbling on the landing this time and getting a deep nick on her leg for hurrying without properly checking the branches she was landing on, grumbling, Tinnok suddenly froze in mid curse, realizing there was something or someone approaching through the foliage. Her body crouched low, drawing against the trunk of the tree, yellow eyes squinting to focus on whatever it was, all too weary from a season or too of fleeing and hiding.
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