Tired.The thought went through her head over and over as she walked on. She’d gone through some thorns not long before, and while the blood had stopped running and had mostly scabbed over every so often a movement would tear one open again and a fresh trickle would run down pale legs, or stain her flank a little darker. Still she pressed on.
Food had been seen to already, that wasn’t the issue. The pressing problem now was somewhere safe she could stop for a night or two, let wounds heal a bit so she didn’t weaken herself any further than she already felt.
Hooves fell against the ground in steady beat despite her weariness, head hanging low to the ground once in awhile from the weight of her exhaustion washing over her.A movement of light caught her eye, and she hoped it wasn't the swamp playing tricks on her (or her own tired mind even) Maybe there’s someone there. Maybe, I can find somewhere to stop for a little while. To rest. that hope pushed her onward, pushed her past the creeping tiredness and weakness she felt. Somewhere safe to stop and rest. That was all she truly wanted.
sheepcakes
tada!