"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Today Catryn is feeling a little bolder than most days. She’s still uncomfortable exploring on her own, still wary about what she might find outside of Pangea, but spending her life listening to others meet and keeping to herself, keeping safe, is only entertaining for so long.
The day is warming around her as she slowly moves and feels the tickle of fog on her skin fade away. She’s listening for something interesting, something to give her a direction in the vast emptiness of her world, hoping for… well anything really. Although her world is dark there’s been nothing to fear. Sixteen had gotten them out of Pangea when it was falling apart and that had been the first time she felt afraid.
But now the earth was not rumbling beneath her hooves so there was nothing to be concerned about, right?
Just a world she could not see.
A little bit of ruckus draws her attention - the sound of someone having a rough landing she thinks. Catryn’s head turns towards the sound and her body follows it. When she stops, she’s just a little bit too close than what would normally be considered polite. “Are you alright? That sounded… interesting.” Catryn tilts her head to the side, a cautious smile softening the dark face.