Mia continued forward, alone. Her father had told her he'd be right back.
She was growing too tired to care. Trying not to use her power so much, she tried to restrain herself to searching for the best path.
But her mind was not in a wonderful state. Without sleeping well, she began being all too aware of her surroundings. When she heard a noise in the forest, she involuntarily looked for its source.
Her eyes would flicker to a bird or a leaf or something unseen in the branches nearby, where her magic pulled. Forcing herself to concentrate, she would return her attention ahead.
But where was her father?
The pull reversed towards the back of the formation, and Mia sighed, turning her attention to the goal, not her idle wonderings. She hadn't intentionally decided to look for him, just had the mental question. Was her lack of sleep affecting her this much?
