Reira cannot sleep. Everything hurts, and everything just feels horrible, and laying back in the trailer just makes it worse. Especially with what happened mere hours earlier. As such, after laying awake for a while she ends up deciding a walk is in order. Does walking hurt too? Yes. Of course it does. But it's something other than feeling sick on the couch in the trailer, and maybe if she's lucky she can find someone to talk to for a distraction. Not that she talks about much, but laying down watching confusion VHS tapes that someone managed to find lying around is doing nothing.
She doesn't see anything, and she doesn't hear anything, but she feels something, and that's what she follows. She doesn't shout out just yet, however. She's found that announcing her presence from too far a distance tends to....shock people.
And besides that, her throat hurts.
She sort of wonders what they're doing though, at this time of night. Maybe it's one of the people that just doesn't sleep.
...Except Reira frowns as she starts to actually catch what they're feeling. Something is wrong. Something is...very wrong, but her thoughts are still swimming under the effects of illness, and her words remain quiet. It's bad. It's sending prickles up her arms, and up her spine, like when she sits too near a den of rabbits.
Someone is scared...but it's mixed with something else, and Reira finds herself growing more and more suspicious as she goes-and hoping that, among all this, another set of emotions can perhaps show up if she needs some help.
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She doesn't see anything, and she doesn't hear anything, but she feels something, and that's what she follows. She doesn't shout out just yet, however. She's found that announcing her presence from too far a distance tends to....shock people.
And besides that, her throat hurts.
She sort of wonders what they're doing though, at this time of night. Maybe it's one of the people that just doesn't sleep.
...Except Reira frowns as she starts to actually catch what they're feeling. Something is wrong. Something is...very wrong, but her thoughts are still swimming under the effects of illness, and her words remain quiet. It's bad. It's sending prickles up her arms, and up her spine, like when she sits too near a den of rabbits.
Someone is scared...but it's mixed with something else, and Reira finds herself growing more and more suspicious as she goes-and hoping that, among all this, another set of emotions can perhaps show up if she needs some help.