After all the crying I told Red Butterfly that we should get moving. The place wasn’t safe enough for us and we should find a better place where we could rest in. Little did she know that I was trying to track some signs of any rocks or cut trees to have at least an idea where to go next. though hardly audible, I’ve also been trying to listen for any signs of flowing water along the area. She was too busy ranting and complaining of how tired she was and how it’s all my fault why we got ourselves lost. I told her that next time I will be more prepared, and she said there will be no next time okay? Never! If you want to go, you go alone.
I can sense how tired and frustrated she was, I wish there was something I could do. I wanted to carry her, but she declined my offer this time. She was upset. I told her we’re getting near the stream, I could see signs of rocks and the air felt cool. I could almost hear the the sound of flowing water. She was so grumpy saying “what sound of water are you talking about, I can’t hear any, I guess you’re already imagining things. I just ignored all her comments and continued to be a little more attentive and aware of the signs.
She suddenly stopped sat down and then learned on the rock. I told her we should get going because it was already late in the afternoon. She said she was too tired and I could just leave her behind if I want to. She knows I couldn’t do that besides all I wanted as to get us someplace safe. “Some place safe?” she exclaimed with so much frustration on her voice. I understood, what could be more dangerous than being lost in the middle of a place that we know nothing about at all, and worst, in the middle of a mystical forest.
I told her that we have no time to waste and we really should get moving. She started getting really upset saying, it’s all your fault why we’re here anyway so don’t force me to go if I don’t want to. “I’m too tired, too hungry, too thirsty, and worried that we might not get out of here alive!”
I’ve tried to calm her down but she continued to complain and complain and complain. I told her to eat since we had food and water anyway. I was starting to get a little upset too, I was trying to think of a way to make things better somehow. But all she did was complain instead of encouraging both of us and help in thinking of what to do next. She has this good sense of direction too, but it seemed to have faded away with her becoming too emotional. I admitted that it was my fault, but it seems not enough for her, I didn’t know what to do anymore… I realized that the tension between us was getting worse, so I’ve tried to keep myself from saying anything further to avoid making things even more complicated. She kept quiet too, and we stood there quiet and looking at the opposite directions…

