I saw them, Little Bug
Not my clutch - the Choir. There is more than one, and even though I saw them, I do not know what my tired eyes actually saw. Many pointed legs, each one like a knife. Sometimes there were four, sometimes six, sometimes a strange number that naturally would not offer good movement - like nine. The eyes were the same, moving, shifting, multiplying to whatever amount it needed and moving them to where they needed to go. Always though, that same putrid glowing green and yellow, like a cursed candle begging to snuff out.
I do not know if they saw me. I was already awake when I saw the shadows inch towards Faerakki. I tried to scream to her, but not a single sound left my mouth. Payantier was bellowing in panic as soon as it grabbed Faerakki’s legs, and I… I hid. We had a dead tree nearby that we let the Blackbacks eat grubs off of, and we had lightly jested that it was large enough for me to live in. It was large enough for me to hide in, and that is what was important then.
They looked for me I think; heavy crunches and giggles. A leg splintered through the already crumbling wood and into my shoulder - if my sleeve was not already so close to my mouth to bite, they surely would have heard me scream. I hid until Kaida looked for me, shivering in my own blood and tears.
I took time to wrap my wound, but I can not stay here forever. Quentheri was guiding us. She knew our route well, and now I only have my own notated map. I hope it will suffice, and I hope the stars you shine on our surface will aid me in my path. I have come this far - turning around would only be a waste of time.
Give me strength,
Xhoya