For them, i would die twice

Tala Djose · 02-04-2011, 06:55 PM

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I got a burst of muse for this xD <333 wc 471

Wandering away from the Valley was starting to become a bad habit for the young Djose woman. As of late wandering out of the borders souly on the level of curiosity was becoming more and more common of an occurance. The paws carried her in all directions. Even though the trips only lasted for a few hours at a time Tala would feel bad about leaving the borders for days after. Her curiosity burned for a large expansive knowledge of what surrounded the pack. Who, why were they there. what did they do? Tala had no know. Patrolling the borders was not neglected even on the days she did find herself out of the lands. She would do it before or after she returned. Ignoring her duties to her pack family was never an option. No matter what she was doing for the rest of the day. Her pack was top priority.

Millstone Village. A name she had heard on the wind. It had been spoken but by who she could not recall. The name intrigued her, the possibility of what such a place held had her brain circling every little aspect her imagination could throw at her. It had driven her this far out of the pack lands today for the soul purpose of exploration. Feet fluttered across snow and her body moved with grace. Her wounded leg was healing quite nicely. Though running was still not an option for the fae, the wounds would tear open again if she dared the simple task, she found walking less painful than in previous days.

Tala had found a perch on a set of weathered stone steps. They lead to a building with a broken door and rotted windows. The building still stood, but the roof sagged as if depressed with it's appearance. There was a small book in her soft snow hands and she was flipping through the item with the weak spine threatening to give. Her amber eyes would dart from word to word like it was revealing to her the darkest of life's secrets.

The air was quiet, it carried little noise. The winter birds would occasionally call out in speech that made her ears twitch. She had learned lowspeech from Twila, a young girl from the Valley. The birds would talk about cold and food, feathers and nests. It was quite interesting, to say the least.

Tala's eyes watched the sky as she heard the predatory call of a predatory bird. The raptor circled a large area overhead and Tala's eyes fell to admiration. The bird was white as snow. Mesmerizing. A falcon of some sort she did not recognize. Her heart was instantly set on studying the creature. She wanted to know everything about it. Maybe in a book in this Village she would find some answers.

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