"Are you bloody kidding me?"
"Sorry..."
"Not as sorry as you will be when I'm done with this pathetic body," snarled the vicious persona, gnashing her teeth in spite and frustration. Correction, their teeth, or if you really wanted to get technical about it, Tris' teeth. Trigger snorted. She was not a native to this mound of flesh and bone and tendons and muscles.
No.
Feeble flesh and breakable bone and tired tendons and meager muscles. That was a more appropriate description for the pasty and sunset toned form that now stalked the riverbed, casting shadows across the murky water from the slowly setting twilight sun.
"Sorry..." came Tris' mumbled apologies again. And yet again Trigger huffed, disgruntled and all around pissed off. Her normal self, really, but this time it was for an actual reason.
For the better part of perhaps two hours Trigger had been in charge of the body, walking up and down this same stretch of rushing water, venturing into the sheltering woods on either side -thereby sometimes crossing the river via a small bridge of rocks sticking slick and menacing above the water's surface. Nothing. There was absolutely no reason for her to still be here. But she was, because both mental entities could feel something was there. It wasn't the Kalona Trigger had gotten them away from hours ago, the entire reason they'd left the supposed sanctuary of the base of the mountains in favor of this place deep in the woods.
Only to discover there was apparently something else here for them to run from.
That is, if Trigger hadn't had enough of running for one day. No, she was just fine with staying there - the trees offered shelter, the water both food and drink. Why should they leave? So she set to searching for the source of her unsettling feelings... for about two hours.
Another hiss, a sound usually so foreign to this body, and she grew still, ears twitching like radar as if she expected to suddenly pick up the being that held some supposed threat over Tris. If there was no danger, then she could retreat back into the shared mind, block the mental connection long enough to retreat into her own thoughts and make believe world. With no body of her own, she was left only to imagine one and a parallel world in which she occupied it. Alone.
"Can we just leave? Please? Go down south towards the beach or something - it could be an excuse to see Jaci and his family."
The physical being rolled her eyes. "And if what's ever here follows us? That's it, lead a beast to little brats for a midnight snack. Brilliant." She could feel Tris wince at the thought and accusation. The prospect of getting to watch such carnage served to bring a slightly bitter smile to Trigger's face though. At least it would be more entertaining than this.
"We'll stay here. Either something sends us away, or we're fine where we stand. Simple as that." The silence in her mind was a sign from above, the the weaker mare's rare acceptance of the stronger's plans. There was true bliss in the lack of sound.
