((XD Nice!! Lol, and Myra is only dying under the bridge.))
Myra lay crouching under the bridge that sat up about 8 feet above her head. She wanted to call back, but her throat hurt from the fall, from coughing, and she couldn't catch enough air to speak, or yell back. Above, on the bridge, Keki was yelping, scratching at the cabin door as it was the only way down to the lower ground, so Keki could get to her mistress, Myra. Myra coughed again, but it was too painful on her ribs so it was quite compared to a regular cough. She groaned, and remained in a fetal position, unable to call back to the voice that she couldn't figure out who the owner was. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her blonde hair fell across her shoulder, and under her head in the sand.







