...had just about left her for dead when they found her pouting behind a tree nearly a quarter mile away. She was sitting behind it, not even noticing the Miasma permeating her lungs. She had developed to be able to survive without a Crystal Chalice.
This had proved invaluable in the past few months because, besides her personal excursions and explorations all over the Tipa Peninsula, she could also act as a messenger between the Chalice and the Village when groups would go out with it to explore and scout.
Yawning, Sala stretched out. She was lying on her favorite tree branch enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze. It was a thick branch that hung out over the river near her family's house. She had long since stripped it of branches and leaves, leaving it bare and smooth for her to lay on.
She was lying on her stomach with her arms and legs draped over it as a cat would, napping happily.
The other change within her is that she found herself very active early in the mornings and late at night. She always slept midday and midnight.
"Sala! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. Get down here! The Ceremony is almost ready. Your sister is expecting you to b...