[ cresh. cherek. dorn. she marks her path with precision even if the letters are drawn with progressive nastiness in the dirt, telling herself it's for her to keep track and not a map to be followed. the force eludes her, so she can't be sure if kylo is stalking her through the forest. but she suspects he is. she jogs at a clipped pace in bursts, balancing the need to maintain her stamina with the need to maintain distance. physical and otherwise.
another fork ahead. she jogs to it, her mouth falling open as she comes upon it.
aurek.
with a frustrated grunt she breaks her stick and tosses it into the forest. ]
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another fork ahead. she jogs to it, her mouth falling open as she comes upon it.
aurek.
with a frustrated grunt she breaks her stick and tosses it into the forest. ]