[Feizin]

It hurt.

She didn't whimper though, didn't cry like a baby, but young like as she was she didn't understand the pain. She didn't understand why her vision was doubling, her leg throbbing with the broken bone, she tried to move the left front leg up closer to her body but it hurt too much. She cringed and lay still. She couldn't move around like that, it was too painful and she didn't know who to call for. Miss Gigantea couldn't see her like this, she couldn't see her weak. She understood the white alignment enough to know that this would only portray poorly on her.. The yellow? She knew nothing of that either, not personal experience at least, they were the strong, the soldiers.

The red.

She needed the red.

The healers, the priests and priestess she needed them close by and they could help her. She looked out between the roots of the trees and began licking her broken front leg and wondered how one called for the red exactly. The answer came to her as clouds began gathering overhead and thunder rumbled in the distance.

Prayers - prayers for the red.

With closed eyes she prayed to be found by them, prayed they would find her, see her and help her. Hopefully not tell the white goddess either, but maybe that was too much to pray for. She understood her chances would be low if she was not found, she understood that her caretakers were nothing like real parents and they wouldn't check on her and her siblings at every woken moment. She could be left here for weeks if she did not pray hard enough. But she believed in her gods, she knew they would listen, they would come.

She wasn't afraid.