Snippet #2640910

Dey was not happy, not happy. At all. It didn't help that Nova was being such a... Anyways, she tried to think positive, tried to ignore that sudden pit in her stomach. Why? Why is this happening to me? She tried to focus again, but as her wandering mind couldn't settle, and after failing at catching several more fish, she stopped.

Dripping wet, and even more pessimistic than before, Dey walked out of the stream and growled, "What-" "Careful not to chip a tooth on that, it would be a shame..." Instead of firing back some fiery words, Dey looked off into a space before she flinched as if expecting someone to tackle her. Chip a tooth, break a tooth... Tooth... Fang... BrokeFang. The name broke through the dam of amnesia, lazily floating through her head, yet there was no image, no feeling that came along with it. She got the vague feeling that...

Shaking herself out of her reverie, yet again, Dey went about making a fire, not a big one to emit a smoke trail to lead their enemies to them, but big enough to warm up the fish Nova had caught. Slowly, as if her limbs were slowly aching from soreness, she moved about. There was a seriousness in her walk that gave off the feeling of in depth thoughtfulness.

After the fire well lit and crackling with heat, she lay down having already forgot the reason for making such a fire... Her thoughts twisted and curled, instilling a feeling of worry and turmoil deep inside her chest. Finally, after a long moment, her head popped up, "Blue! My na..." She caught herself, finding the strange word having messed her up what she had initialing been trying to say. "My favorite color is Blue."