Snippet #1872903

Thank gawd she wasn’t the only one who didn’t think something was right. And then again at least she wasn’t the one who was running head long into the danger either. Étaín would have been happy just to run home to her beloved animals and forget all about the mess, but the goodness that somehow still managed to live in her heart wouldn’t allow her to do so.

She’d taken care of people who had been hurt nearly all of her life. It was something she had prided herself on. So naturally, she ran after Vanessa. This had to have been the feeling of dread she was getting. At least she hoped it was the feeling she was getting. If it wasn’t then she was worried.

Following after the woman, the red haired female was forced to find another way down. She feared about causing a slide of some kind if she went the same direction. So she went the long way, but in the end she came to the same scene as Vanessa had. She repressed a gulp. She hated seeing the dead. She’d seen so many, especially children in Ireland that she would have been happy to never see another one in her life. The other reason being, she wished it was her.

She had tried to commit suicide on multiple occasions, but to no avail. She always lived through it and eventually she had given up. That was when she started getting the pets. Each dog and cat was somehow related to the one she had before and so the line continued just like her.

Étaín recognized the man from the pub as well as she bent down on the other side of the male. Her hands were scuffed a bit from climbing down, but it was easy to see she’d faired much better than the other woman. She was used to them, but only from her time years and years ago in a land she only wished to return to.

“What are we going to do? We can’t possibly carry him ourselves… we don’t know what’s wrong with him…” Her voice was low as if her speaking would wake him and bring him to the world of pain. Of course, she knew she could drag him herself – not. She may have been immortal and ran all of the time, but she wasn’t physically all that strong at all.

Glancing to the other woman, she waited on an answer. Truthfully, she didn’t think there was going to be a safe way to get him out without the coast guard. She didn’t have a phone on her and she wasn’t sure if the other woman did or not. Which meant one of them was going to have to leave and go get help. The feeling of dread returned.