Frustrating moment

Ralla · 11-24-2010, 06:21 PM

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Once more I would like to state that Ralla's 'visions' are not actual visions; just very strong belief mixed with maybe-schizophrenia >.> Gotta restate every now and then Tongue

That morning had brought the first cold signs of snow. Like hidden crystals they fell mixed with a seemingly slow rain, and like feathers they drifted, not yet heavy enough to create ice nor cause chill. The rain would have ruined the dried firewood under the tarp had not said tarp been present, and Ralla secured it tightly as she left her large red oak tower. The fire at the base was well put out by her own hand, and the hut above secured from any predators or scavengers. Instead of worrying about her duties on such a day, she instead decided to have a day for Sugar. The quarter unicorn was well cared for by the Adeloquasdi Nata, Liliana, but Ralla felt responsibility to the gelding for all his hard work. I wonder... If I asked Liliana... Maybe...? Asking for posession of the unicorn was asking a lot, and Ralla knew that her tribe wizard worked hard for the horses. In her own corner, Ralla really did not have much to offer in exchange, let alone something of equal value to a unicorn.

She skedaddled to the stables, trying to avoid the slurry of ice and water, and shook herself off when she crossed the threshhold of the doors. Momentarilly she was bothered by her fur fluffing outwards like a puff ball, the white wolfess used to thick snow and ice instead of pelting water. Inside were the stalls, and inside those the noble beasts. But amongst the wickering of the steadily growing herd, she heard a voice. Training her ears to the sound, Ralla ventured further into the structure and found Liliana herself, face in palms, as she exuded a peeved presence. Ralla tensed from the feeling in the room, and was at first reluctant to disturb the wolfess's peace...if it were that.

"Liliana?" she tried furtivly. She did not yet know the wolfess she saw as strong and sure on a personal level, but such an obvious body posture of sadness or frustration concerned Ralla. Only once--the night Ralla had gone to Liliana for assistance--had Ralla seen the other in a state of annoyance. "Is...something wrong?" Barging straight into what might have been personal business might not have been the best move, and Ralla wondered just what the somewhat mangled piece of leather was in the other's hand. She could've always tried a vision later in the night or used the fire, but not only would that lead Ralla in a roundabout and vague way to see a problem, but that would be unlawful invasion of Liliana's privacy, if she chose to keep it so.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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