Desert

It is hard, charging in like she knew what she was doing. Sure, she had fought off predators, but Berit had made no small commentary on her lack of battle ability. She stares down the stretch of her desert and watches in slow motion as her bellowed challenge wakes the strange stud colt from whatever he was saying to her son.

Then, almost as if in fast-forward, all she knows is her ears hear the sound of retreating hooves - matched by the sound of oncoming ones. She felt her sudden gasp like knives in her head - as though there was grinding bones where there oughtn’t be any. She snorts red into the sand at her nose, her legs flail only for a moment before they become useless and she opens her eyes in a fright - she knows not moving is dangerous--

Her eyes blink past red that seeps down from her ear, panic clear in her face until she sees him. Great, heaping, mountain of flesh that meant every cell of her body melted in moments. It no longer seemed strange that her legs wouldn’t work - they had always near gone to jelly when he was about, if her two sons were anything to go by.

"Oh, you’re home. Good..." she says this as if she has forgotten that she has been mortally wounded. As if she had not been the one to send the stud colt bothering her son off - but Cain. She blinks fast again, red interrupting the vision of him in black and white. "Sinai, Sinai, come say hello to your father..." Again, she speaks as though there isn’t anything strange about her prone on the earth, bleeding red into sand that will soon turn wet with surf. Her forehead rises and falls with each breath, a plate broken just over her brain, something that would not heal.

"Cain, this is our boy." she tries to look at him better, but her face flinches at the oddness in not being able to do so. "This is our-- Sinai, our son… Where is Enoch… he went to find you-- I think… I would go look-- but-- I can’t… move my legs, so silly...".