"Catra?" Adora immediately drops her goofy stance, the air in the room turning heavy and stifling as lead. Before she's even had a chance to protest, Catra's up and left.
Oh. Oh no. This isn't good at all. Catra's quiet, polite departure might fool a group of well-intentioned strangers, but Adora knows her. And this rings a thousand alarm bells, red flashing lights dancing between her temples.
She snatches her pad up off the table, chest tightening at the sight of the cracked screen, the smear of blood at the edge. She doesn't even bother looking at the messages.
"Um-- I'm so sorry," she stammers, looking between her family and the door. "I think she's not feeling well, I need to go check on her. I'll be right back, okay? Don't, uh, don't go anywhere." Of course they're not going anywhere. It's their house, stupid. Adora shakes her head to clear it, then goes from her mother to father to brother, quickly squeezing each of their hands in her own. "Thank you so much for dinner, it was so amazing to meet you-- I, I'll be right back, I swear."
And with that she rushes out, scanning her surroundings for any sign of Catra. She might be able to make herself disappear now, with Melog's help, but the same can't be said for the two sets of footprints on the ground. Adora sprints in the direction they lead, barely registering her family hovering at the door, the concerned looks on their faces.
"Catra!"
The footprints take her into the forest-- that part's easy. But the trail cuts off before long, ending at a tree. Adora scoffs, lifting her gaze to the canopy overhead. Catra's far lither and more agile than her; she could've jumped a dozen treetops in just the time it took Adora to get here.
"Catra, where are you? Come on, I need to talk to you!"
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Oh. Oh no. This isn't good at all. Catra's quiet, polite departure might fool a group of well-intentioned strangers, but Adora knows her. And this rings a thousand alarm bells, red flashing lights dancing between her temples.
She snatches her pad up off the table, chest tightening at the sight of the cracked screen, the smear of blood at the edge. She doesn't even bother looking at the messages.
"Um-- I'm so sorry," she stammers, looking between her family and the door. "I think she's not feeling well, I need to go check on her. I'll be right back, okay? Don't, uh, don't go anywhere." Of course they're not going anywhere. It's their house, stupid. Adora shakes her head to clear it, then goes from her mother to father to brother, quickly squeezing each of their hands in her own. "Thank you so much for dinner, it was so amazing to meet you-- I, I'll be right back, I swear."
And with that she rushes out, scanning her surroundings for any sign of Catra. She might be able to make herself disappear now, with Melog's help, but the same can't be said for the two sets of footprints on the ground. Adora sprints in the direction they lead, barely registering her family hovering at the door, the concerned looks on their faces.
"Catra!"
The footprints take her into the forest-- that part's easy. But the trail cuts off before long, ending at a tree. Adora scoffs, lifting her gaze to the canopy overhead. Catra's far lither and more agile than her; she could've jumped a dozen treetops in just the time it took Adora to get here.
"Catra, where are you? Come on, I need to talk to you!"