Agatha had left a long, broad divot in the dirt behind her. It was a trail--easy to follow--scraped down to rock, the fault of an enormously hefty body and very little energy for trekking miles at a time. Why had she thought an adventure would be a grand idea-? She'd gotten bored, in Cetus; her lifestyle, lying silent like an alligator or a turtle in the mud and idly eating whatever wound up too close to her jaws, was without much variety.
So she'd thought that a journey would be fun. Now, she was grumbling as she hauled herself along, her pace a very slow trudge, the occasional swearword tumbling halfheartedly from her jaws. Her voice carried, though she didn't intended it to; it was just her size, her muttered
At length she huffed and flopped, her legs sprawling and sliding out to either side, her jaw settling on the floor to rest. Her eyes half-closed, and she yawned, a massive gape of pointed beak.
This was exhausting.
@Conleth