Starting a story..here's a rough copy of what I have so far... not muchbut..., yeah
"There isn't much left to do here, Caprice. Let it go. We must move on."
Her heart is sinking. Her breath, a whisper. How had she gotten here? Of course she knows. Nothing on Halla given earth could change her thoughts, her feelings, her memories. Given a way to cleanse her mind of unpleasant hindrances, she would undoubtedly cave. Most likely, the very idea of such is keeping her here, keeping her sane. Though words flow through her consciousness and sounds alarm her awareness, she knows not what is circling her, but what is sending her stability to a final tumble. How had she gotten here?
Caprice could not remember the last time she woke up happy. Maybe it had been when she was newly 6 years old, celebrating with her new found friend, Brindle. Better yet, when she held Draken in her hands for the first time, planing out her new duties as "big sissy". Better yet, when Clayton walked into her life. Whatever time warmed her soul most, Caprice knew she would never see times like these again. Wrapping her hair atop her petite, angular face, she realizes that none of this can consume her. Her mind is here. Her time is now. There will be time for reflection when life or death matters are resolved.
"Cap, I--I think I got somethin'!"
Draken's echoed tone toppled Caprice's mental frustration and planted her back into reality. Amongst her bird walked thoughts, she had crouched next to the tracks, wiping brush from a hidden, metallic object. Inside it was conscripted: "For your journey will always trek on, little lamb".
"Drake!" Caprice gasped, paralyzed in emotion. Her heart was pounding, brain fried, senses numbed, and tears flowing. There was no denying she had fallen from her crouch to solid ground, but Caprice felt nothing. As if her body was floating between clouds.