Snippet #1711643

Blaise lay sprawled on the ground. She lazily stared at the ceiling, pondering what she should do next. I still haven't found food or water... But if I leave, I'll get even more lost. I bet the flock hasn't even noticed yet... She turned her head to the side, gazing out of the crack. It had grown quite windy outside, the whistling blocking out the distant bird cries. I should figure out whats out there I guess. Perhaps there's a better cave! She crawled to the crack and let her legs dangle over the side. There was a low over hanging rock some ways below her, but she figured she would be much safer up where most animals and humans couldn't reach. Sighing, she gazed up at the fast moving clouds. She lifted her wild hair from her neck, allowing the wind to cool her back. Even if I never get out of here... Its not so bad, is it?

Turning around she laid down once again, this time throwing her arms over the edge and letting them be pushed which ever way the wind felt like blowing. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, humming a tune the white coats had used in a experiment. They seemed disappointed when she couldn't perfectly copy sounds...
Suddenly something felt weird. Annoyed, Blaise turned over, trying to shove the feeling away. She couldn't stop twitching though, and finally getting pissed off she stood up and started pacing. Leaning out of the crack slightly, she realized what it was. She could hear voices.

A wide grin spread across her face. The flock! They did notice I was gone! Pyrite will be so mad, but at least I'll be back with the flock! Right as she was about to jump off the edge to go meet them, she froze. What if its not the flock? What if its the Erasers? How will I warn the flock?! She sunk back into the cave, pressing up against the farthest corner. I'll wait. If its the flock, I'll know the voices, if its Erasers, I'll hide.

After a few minutes of holding her breath, Blaise was sure it wasn't Erasers, because they wouldn't make this much noise, and it wasn't the flock, the voices were different. What she was also sure of was the fact that they were walking right towards the cave. I hope they can't fly, who ever it is. The voices were right below the crack at this point, and they seemed to stop. Very slowly and quietly Blaise crawled forward to hear what they were saying.
"... Little wind can't hurt! Look at the sun! And the birds! This is what we need, a family trip into paradise. Jean, you can get some pictures of birds when we go walking. Ben, set the bags down over here. We'll set everything up after we've walked more. Make sure to bring at least one of the water bottles... Ben, please hold your little sisters hand for heaven sake. We can't have her wandering off."
Oh thank goodness. What the heck is a family doing out here though? There are better places to go sight seeing... I wonder if its a trap... She inched closer to the crack, wanting to take a peak out but knowing it would ruin her hiding spot. Instead she sat down and listened more.
"... Not feeling well, pleeeeease?! I'll keep Kate with me, she must be tired too. You and mom can go take pictures of birds."
This time who ever spoke had a higher voice. So far there's Jean... I think that's the mother... Ben must have spoken just now, the older child, a younger sister, Kate, and the Dad, who must have been the first to speak. That's not too bad, I shouldn't be noticed at all.

Blaise sat back, smiling. This could be soooo much worse. I'm very lucky... We'll see if this family can be useful to me. Maybe I'll learn a little more about the world from them. It was then she realized that the flock wouldn't find her if she was hiding in a cave, and that now she was stuck there, hiding.