An hour ago.
Splash!
Leandra's shoe stomped against a puddle, splashing water.
She was running, panic and urgency could be seen evidently on her sweaty face.
Despite her breaths already being shallow, despite both her legs numbing from the burning sensation of non-stop running, despite her eyes becoming blurry from the exhaustion—she kept running, channeling what little ether she had to keep going.
Immediately after she met with Lucivar, she had gone out to search for Mirel.
He hasn't come back, supposedly assured that he had one more day before the departure.
Once tomorrow came, Mirel would come back.
However, Leandra changed the plan—before night came, they should've been on the road.