The Battle Castle || Night
Cinder 135 || Faux 102
There was something to be said about that walk. About a quiet, miserable walk lit only vaguely by the flames that reached into the sky. Aside from soft sobbing from her companions there was nothing but the overwhelming emotions going through her mind. Cinder was exhausted, so much so she couldn't even process the thoughts and feelings. She just wanted to lay down, to collapse into a heap and pretend this didn't happen.
But she knew even sleep would not erase this.
The cobbled path they walked earlier that day felt foreign beneath her aching paws. Last time they had been here they were bringing Rosko to his final resting place. Now they trod it in reverse, except they weren't bringing their companions home. Tomorrow, would they have to scour the ashes for their remains? Would they have to dig through the rubble and add more plots to that flowery hill? Cinder choked back her feelings and saliva as she took in a deep breath. I can't handle this right now. Maybe.. tomorrow would be better...
As they approached the Battle Castle the wiped Quilava tried to think of anything she could say, or anything she hadn't said already. The words didn't even formulate; she knew nothing would make this better right now. The light of the flames hardly reached their old shelter and it was Cinder's personal fire that lit the massive doors as she pushed them open. Pausing to sniff for the dangers the fire type instantly felt a sense of nostalgia. This place smelled the same.. it smelled okay. The wood, stone, and mud that filled it was there own and not the remnants of that blaze. There was no fresh scent of death, rot, or blood. No one had been here.
Blinking in the dark room Cinder could see nothing had changed and that was enough to put her at ease. Creeping inside she acknowledged the remaining berries from the morning but had no appetite for them. Her body ached and cried out for sleep, and she had not the strength to deny it any longer. Slogging her way to the spots they had slept before the Quilava collapsed in a miserable heap. Blood and ash still marred her pelt. They needed medical attention.. Should they have a watch, or shifts? Exhaustion was already pulling at her eyelids and she doubted the others were feeling much better. "Rest up. We'll need it for tomorrow." She sighed, closing her eyes to the dark, painful world.