Bleddyn kicked off of her bare heel and accelerated ahead on her board, speeding over the worn trail with no respect for the surfaced roots that could easily trip up her ride.
"Let them find him, and get this over with," she muttered to the angry sky. Her temper was gnawing away at its chain, a primordial beast just inches away from breaking free.
Droplets streamed off the brim of her sideways cap, the unpleasant sensation of cold liquid seeping through her hair and down her back. "And I'll get conveniently lost."
They can play bereavement counselors all they want. I'm done with that character.
The sudden swell of confliction was nauseating.
Done, Bleddyn, done.