blink once if you need help

Once again, Finwe had wandered away from her friends. It wasn't hard to do, and they didn't mean to do it so often. But curiosity often got the better of her, sent her meandering away until she was in trouble. And out of earshot of those that could easily help.

What was worse, was her sense of direction could, at times, be appalling. Unless she had a map and had paid attention to the route she took, well, therein lied the issue. She hadn't been paying attention and, well, the map was back at camp. Along with her friends that had been ditched in favor of wandering away.

Something had caught their attention and off she'd gone.

But now? Now there was a massive issue. And that issue was dark, disgusting, and chasing her. An unholy shriek came from her as she ran away from the monsters. Darkspawn, apparently. She'd seen them a couple times, but usually they could be avoided. Let others fight and hide, that was the method. But when she was alone? Well, that didn't work so well. So all she could do was run as fast as her legs would carry and pray to whatever deity would fucking listen that help was needed.

Any time now.