[This dreamlike feeling tells her it's not Monsun, not really, but it doesn't change the fact that she's here in this verdant paradise and her mind is not her own.]
[Gobbet has been wandering the forest for hours - or maybe days? Maybe minutes. She's just kind of waiting to wake up at this point. This has to be Mu. This has to be Mu. Otherwise she's lost time again and she hates that idea.]
[A metal cylinder strikes the tree in front of her, showering her in chipped bark and wood. As an ork she's taller than average, but she still drops into a crouch and makes herself as small as possible. She squints at the thing, reaches for it hesitantly. What if it's a grenade? No, it would have gone off by now. Probably. Maybe. What else could it be, though?]
[Rat isn't here to tell her where to go. Rat isn't here to tell her what to do.]
[So she picks it up and hurls it back the way it came with more force than she's ever put into throwing something in her life. There. Problem solved.]
Divided We Fall
[Gobbet has been wandering the forest for hours - or maybe days? Maybe minutes. She's just kind of waiting to wake up at this point. This has to be Mu. This has to be Mu. Otherwise she's lost time again and she hates that idea.]
[A metal cylinder strikes the tree in front of her, showering her in chipped bark and wood. As an ork she's taller than average, but she still drops into a crouch and makes herself as small as possible. She squints at the thing, reaches for it hesitantly. What if it's a grenade? No, it would have gone off by now. Probably. Maybe. What else could it be, though?]
[Rat isn't here to tell her where to go. Rat isn't here to tell her what to do.]
[So she picks it up and hurls it back the way it came with more force than she's ever put into throwing something in her life. There. Problem solved.]