Sleet Tempest Snape
Sara Draconia
Wezen did not give chase, though it was largely because she knew she was unable to. Even if she managed to make anything close to a useful pace, she was unsure she had enough energy to use her magic or launch any useful kind of attacks. That last effort made her feel like she had used up her last ounce of energy, which was not a feeling she was used to.
Among a myriad of other things she was unused to and never felt before, this one was particularly distasteful.
She would have to let them get away, for now, and get herself home to rest, instead. It was very strange, knowing she needed to recover rather than just working until she stopped, as she did on her planet. Here, her actions mattered and made a difference. People were watching, waiting, and even expecting her to return. Sinistra would be heartbroken if she failed to return home, after all.
And for some reason, that mattered. So she turned and began the long, slow walk back toward her new home.
