01-19-2024, 03:51 PM
Sierra dozed off a little. Never yipped and Breona yowled to get her attention. The pups were dancing around each other. Sleep had been interesting she'd met with the wolves. But now she blinked a little. She hadn't been in a dream, but the air felt wrong.
She stood up and looked out over the water. "Tristan what did you do?" She said to the winds. The clouds billowed and lightning popped. The water began to churn like a hurricane might. But they were on a lake...
Sierra thought loudly at never. Time to go. Whatever had happened. Whatever Tristan and Thalia had done did something to wake a storm. She knew it was unnatural, but she didn't know more. People stopped and stared but this wasn't a storm to watch. She retreated to their room. The door still broken from Tristan's outburst. She headed inside herding the curious pups inside and hoping they'd listen to her and stay inside as the storm grew bigger. Inside was safe and Sierra missed the call of the bunker in that moment. It was safe -- forever safe. Except food was running low, air was dirty, and they were out growing the confines of the bunker -- leaving had been a great adventure. And everything since had proven that theory right. Even meeting Tristan had been an adventure she could only read about in books. Now she had her very own prince charming who spoke to trolls and wolves and saved damsels in distress. Sierra wasn't one of those damsels much to her distaste.
She pushed away the thoughts and focused on keeping them safe. She thought to the wolves on the island hoped they'd hear her. _Is Tristan alright?_ was all she asked. _Are they alright?_ But the answers were faint and they didn't know either. But the wolves were looking too -- she didn't quite understand the meaning yet. But they were helping.
She stood up and looked out over the water. "Tristan what did you do?" She said to the winds. The clouds billowed and lightning popped. The water began to churn like a hurricane might. But they were on a lake...
Sierra thought loudly at never. Time to go. Whatever had happened. Whatever Tristan and Thalia had done did something to wake a storm. She knew it was unnatural, but she didn't know more. People stopped and stared but this wasn't a storm to watch. She retreated to their room. The door still broken from Tristan's outburst. She headed inside herding the curious pups inside and hoping they'd listen to her and stay inside as the storm grew bigger. Inside was safe and Sierra missed the call of the bunker in that moment. It was safe -- forever safe. Except food was running low, air was dirty, and they were out growing the confines of the bunker -- leaving had been a great adventure. And everything since had proven that theory right. Even meeting Tristan had been an adventure she could only read about in books. Now she had her very own prince charming who spoke to trolls and wolves and saved damsels in distress. Sierra wasn't one of those damsels much to her distaste.
She pushed away the thoughts and focused on keeping them safe. She thought to the wolves on the island hoped they'd hear her. _Is Tristan alright?_ was all she asked. _Are they alright?_ But the answers were faint and they didn't know either. But the wolves were looking too -- she didn't quite understand the meaning yet. But they were helping.