[size=9][align=center][color=indigo]She would wake what seemed like hours later in Kizu's arms, holding her head as it pounded and screamed at her. Her eyes tried to stay open to focus on what was happening. She was moving, but it didn't seem like it was her own accord. She gave a mild fidget and squirm to get away from him, but it seemed useless as she didn't even have the energy to push his face to the side. She looked at the ground, letting her head roll to see it. She moved her arm so it swung a bit as he carried her, her palm pointed at the ground. Those tribal markings on her arm would glow a faded white as particles of life floated from the grass and earth and followed in their wake to get to her palm. As she harvested the energy, she could feel her pounding head slow to a dull thud and the shades of red that marked her vision became more detailed and fixed. She let her arm pull back up to her stomach where she rested it and stared at him.[/color] [color=violet]"Where are we going..."[/size][/align][/color]