Sitting by the Creek

"Sorry." She groaned, trying to get her head to quit spinning. "I can't help where the fat beast lands..." Stealle muttered, rolling over onto her back. Her vision was starting to blur, and she didn't look too happy about it. Crawling over to the beast, she tried to help push it off of the boy that had stupidly got caught under it. It was probably harsh of her to think that, but she couldn't really help it. It burst into dust before she could get there, covering both of them in golden particles of monster. Yay. "Pretty." She muttered, laying on her back in the dirt. The monster had caught part of her hair when she dodged its bite, so it was now uneven, if it ever was before.
"Goodnight..." She said, closing her eyes and using her arms as a pillow. She was just going to rest for a moment.

"You okay?" Lennie asked, glancing at her as she laid down to rest. He himself remained on the ground, staring at what had become the night sky. He picked out the constellations he knew and noted that there seemed to be a new one among them. He had put Stinger back in its sheath, and the bees had gone away. Now remained one of the goats, who placed his head on Lennie's stomach like a dog who wanted attention. Lennie patted its head subconciously.

Stealle was pretty much dead to the world. She barely heard when Lennie asked her if she was okay. She guessed she was. Trying not to to look too tired, Stealle propped herself up on her elbows, she looked at Lennie, no expression on her face. She completely ignored the events of before and went back to her non-social self. "I'm fine." She said curtly, focusing her light eyes on the creek.