A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
Okay. She gets Eefa's hair in to a loosely tolerable state where she wouldn't call Mental Health Nuisance on parents who let their kid walk around in public like that, and then she concludes her lullaby and gets under the blanket. If Eefa makes a break for it she's ready to create a distraction.
"Hours on a mule?"
Eefa heard them saying they'd stop there during the afternoon the next day.
Well, the mules move at a walking pace, you can't sustain much more than that even if you have four legs. Can Pelape walk that far... hm.
Does the guard have a gun. Do any of them have guns, actually.
She's not really confident in her touch telekinesis making her bulletproof.
Also this keeps... happening? And she's increasingly unsure that it's a dream.
And they put a baby in a cage full of her own shit, so.
Fuck them.
She plans out all her movements in her head. She stares at the nearest pistol trying to derive how it probably works.
Reaches out to just barely touch it with the tip of a fingernail and slide it with perfect smoothness into her hand.
And then she can shift around, oh so slowly and causally, like she's just having trouble getting comfy in the wagon, and -
"Silence," she says, holding it to the guard's head.
"I'd love it if everybody could still be alive in the morning. Unload your gun."
"Me and the kid are going to fuck off into the night. You are going to be completely quiet about that all night long - you can do it by also fucking off into the night, if you don't want to have to explain to these assholes why this is happening."
Pelape hops neatly out of the wagon and keeps her gun trained on him as she backs away, till she's far enough that she can't see him clearly and presumes the reverse is true.
Then she'll follow Eefa's lead, since Eefa seems to think she knows where they're going.
Eefa is going to lead them along the sort of a road the caravan has been traveling along. She is not sure this is the right way but knows that second-guessing herself won't help.
This is going to be a lot of walking on no sleep and one bowl of suspect stew.
They had a baby in a cage in her own shit. She'll cope.
"D'you know why they wanted you?"