The canyon, for all of its splendor, was the perfect hiding place. Since her encounter in the oasis, Braith had only left it to sneak to the Badlands for prickly pears. The serpent-tailed giant haunted her dreams still and no matter how much she tried to move past her fears, even just the sight of the oasis in the distance sent shivers down her spine. Even on a good day, brave wasn’t a good in her vocabulary. But now? Finding survival in the most curious of hiding places was the best life she could imagine.
There was something strange about this night, though. Usually, the canyon was mostly the same day to day. The rocks fell occasionally, the rare nomad traveling through, sometimes even a small critter seeking shelter that could become a special meal. But the echo of screeching bouncing through the canyon was new and to say it put her on edge was an understatement. Braith used the darkness to her advantage to sneak toward the river for what would likely be her one drink of the night before finding some food and finding a different hiding spot for the coming day.
As she cautiously took her drink, a new voice echoed through the canyon. It wasn’t a shriek, but a voice. She yelped in surprise and looked up and around with wide eyes. It didn’t sound like the giant from the oasis, at least. But that didn’t mean they weren’t a threat. Something about the playful tone got the better of her in this instance. "H-hello?" she called back, her voice quiet yet loud enough to echo to those who were relatively nearby. Braith may have looked anxious and frozen where she stood, but she was ready to bolt and hide at any moment.
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