04-17-2012, 04:42 PM
There was silence then, and Caspa wasn't sure of eliciting any more response from the child at all. She could at least check her over, and eliminate the possibility that the faint bloodsmell was a still-current hurt of some kind. It was the least she could do. But Caspa didn't want to retreat down the ancient barracks, for fear the girl might leave while her back was turned. So with grim determination she eyed up the scale of the stone trench wall and then gathered her lanky deer legs beneath her to leap.
Quite amazingly, her forepaws made it to the edge of the rock face, and she might have followed them with the hinds as her front legs braced against the wall, except that as those paws hit the wall some old rock crumbled away and sent them skittering ground-wards once more. Caspa strained with her front paws but could lift herself no higher. How ungraceful it would be to tumble back down again. Hanging in limbo, the strain on her tendons already beginning to make her ankles tremble, her eyes found the girl again: even smaller than herself, what use could the exiled Miracles child be to her now?
Quite amazingly, her forepaws made it to the edge of the rock face, and she might have followed them with the hinds as her front legs braced against the wall, except that as those paws hit the wall some old rock crumbled away and sent them skittering ground-wards once more. Caspa strained with her front paws but could lift herself no higher. How ungraceful it would be to tumble back down again. Hanging in limbo, the strain on her tendons already beginning to make her ankles tremble, her eyes found the girl again: even smaller than herself, what use could the exiled Miracles child be to her now?