Elu closes her eyes. Her sister had now been missing for days and her mind was in chaos. It was like one moment she had control and the next it was screaming in agony. She didn’t seem to have much control over which was which, despite how hard she was trying. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on like this, even with the strength of her mate. It was becoming harder and harder.
They had set up camp rather than find an inn. She believed they had done so because, as unstable as she is, she was a danger to those around her if she couldn’t maintain the control that was needed. Of course, none of them voiced that, but each of them had been keeping a close eye on her, even the blonde-haired miqo’te that she barely knew kept giving her side-ways glances like he was concerned. He seemed sweet and clearly cared about her sister. Perhaps not as much as her best friend A’ldhir, but she had seen it in his eyes.
So she had taken a walk by herself, though none of them wished her too. She needed a moment alone. A moment to get herself together and remind herself that they would find Sia. That she would be okay. A moment to remind herself that whoever had taken her sister would pay and pay dearly. She wasn’t one to just let things go. She wasn’t the person to just walk away. Whoever had taken her sister would soon learn that.
She wasn’t sure how long she had walked or how she ended up where she was. The smell of fresh turned earth assaulting her nose with a damp, dusky odor as she found herself staring down at a freshly dug grave.
Of course, she had no ideas whose it was, though for a moment all her mind could register is that it could easily be her sister. It could be what comes next in this continuing nightmare.
She falls to her knees and closes her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks as a sob tore from her throat. The wind picked up around her and the air grew cold as her mind unraveled. Limbs of nearby trees burst apart as her hands go to the sides of her face, and she lets out a scream.
It would be several minutes before she was able to get ahold of herself, feeling the warmth in her mind of her mate’s embrace, wanting to know if she was okay even as he tried not to intrude on her solitude. She could feel his worry in her mind. He had a right to be worried.
Her hand moves to wipe the tears from her cheeks and she takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before she would respond and let him know she was okay. That she would return soon. She wasn’t okay, and he knew it, but there was nothing to be done by saying otherwise.
Her hand moves toward the dirt and she grabs some of it, letting it sift through her fingers. She was tired of death. Tired of seeing those she loved suffer and be taken from her. She tossed the remaining soils from her hand and wiped it against her leather pants to get the remaining off of her palm.
She hoped whoever was buried here would understand and forgive her for her intrusion in its resting place as she stood and made her way back to the campsite where her mate and friends were waiting.
@vahalia-cress Thank you for the prompt!
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