[/html]Worried, that was all she felt as she sat in the blackest of darkness she swears she had ever had to sit through. Why did she have to keep it so dark, sure her brother suggested it but shy did she have to listen? Delicate fingers clutched at the end of her skirt as she tried to relax her nerved though it failed miserably. He knew how afraid of the dark she was, how she hated to o be in the dark and alone. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she thought of their pursuers; they hadn’t got him had they? Oh no if they were to get him she would be lost, she would be next.
The collie cross breed shivered outwardly as she sunk further into the worn coach they had found not long ago. Her fingers traced the worn stitching and many patches that lined the green furniture, again trying to rid her of her fears. She had to focus on something else; Ezequiel was stronger than her he would be fine. He even had that strange weapon that he always clung to, with that he surely could get rid of the rogues.
Dichromatic colored eyes closed the darkness, hiding from it as she thought of memories that could take her mind off of everything around her. Though that did not last long, the sharp and metallic smell of blood hit her nose and in an instant her eyes here back open. This time she could see, her eyes now adjusted she just had to look for her brother’s silhouette and follow his voice.
Anita rose from the couch and stepped closer to her brother, her ears pinned against her skull in worry as she moved her hand to touch his. ”Are ye okay Ezzy?” Her voice full of worry, her accent not as back as her brother’s. She took after her father more, even though she associated with her mother the most. The collie cross whimpered and whined as she moved her hand him her brothers arm, gently so that she would not hurt him, only to flinch at the feeling of wetness against his soft fur.
The girl whimpered again and then moved to lead her brother to the coach; she needed to fix him up. Clean the wound and then wrap it up, the thought of his wounds getting infected terrified her. She hate to use the skills her mother taught her, though Ezequiel was the stronger of the two, she was the one with the knowledge of health and cleaning.
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