God her head hurt. Though luckily for Kiada, she remembered most of what happened the night before, but recalling many of the memories caused that throbbing in her head to increase. She had followed Roscorro out of the cave, originally leading the way, but deciding to follow him and see which direction he picked. And when the high finally wore off, when she woke, Roscorro was nowhere to be found. Khairi had an inkling of where he’d gone, and she followed the pale vulture through the winding flowers of Solanis.
She stumbled through, the light hurting her head to the point where she could only squint as she made her way to the pools nearby. After a few moments, she lowered her head to it and drank deeply, her stomach churning with the added weight of the liquid within it, when suddenly Roscorro breached the water, sputtering for air. Was he drowning himself because of what happened last night? She flung herself back from the water’s edge, eyes sharp and surprisingly focused as she looked at the man.
“Roscorro,” She hummed, her voice causing her head to throb. “Are you okay?” She questioned, trying to get a feel for what exactly he was doing deep beneath the pools. She hoped it wasn’t terrible enough for him to end himself because of it, but concern lanced her features despite the pain as she gazed at the tribrid.
Solanis
