⬩ Voyager ⬩
▻ none (x none) ◅
She chooses to rest because it is not wrong that she is in need of it, but she might have rested more soundly if she had felt the strong side of Voyager at her back instead of his leg against her shoulder. All that convinces her to finally settle her mind is that even if he was putting on a good show of being alert, he had already said that this land was fair protected and so she decided that she needn’t panic that he was reluctant to lie down and felt the need to remain up and defensively prepared.
Her rest lasted well into the next morning, though and when she opened her eyes, she realized that she was a mite more sore than she had thought that she might be. She opens her eyes with a bat-bat-bat of her lashes, tossing a leg out from beneath her to pull herself forward and up onto it. She tweaks her nose and upper lip a few times, having rested her head’d weight on it into the earth for most of the night. Her steps are a bit stiff at first, but then she snorts and shakes herself of the rest of the cloak of sleep - only then recalling to look out for where he might be.
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅