Drabble 290

Finished 5:23.

Araziel was sitting impatiently, tapping her foot on the ground and drumming her fingers on her knee. “Blue, can we please get moving again now? You've had plenty long enough to rest,” she said. Blue, who was sat against a tree rubbing his feet, argued, “I still haven't gotten all of the feeling back. And besides, I'm not sure that the Author even remembers that we're out here. We aren't exactly going to get very far if that's the case – what even happens if the Author forgets about us? Will we just have to sit here waiting until they remember?”