Written in the Stars

Ralla · 12-06-2010, 08:56 PM

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Alright, so I was officially a sloth in a past life >< Had work and slept for 18 hours straight after >.> And so I apologize as this is backdated to Dec. 3 :3

Star-charting had become increasingly harder as the ground became the same. With the cold winds and lack of rain, mud and loamy earth was disappearing, and so the ability to easily write in soft earth was gone with it. What I wouldn't give for the sand pit, Ralla thought, referring to the cave back in the Moon Tribe where the Shamans had stayed. Within had been an indentation in the floor where the others had found sand nearby and filled the indent in with it. The Shamans had then used the easily changeable earth to draw in so that whenever the stars changed, they may track it easily. Memorized as well as the star charts were in Ralla's mind, deciphering the exact movements and what patterns they made was important, and visualizing the patterns was easier said than done.

What she wouldn't have given for an abundance of paper than she could use, however much she could only write in pictographs. Books and writings were for those who would make use of the content, and Ralla did not know if those in her tribe would look back on her writings for reference or not. The moon will know. She was devoted, reverently, to the moon, and in its waning crescent was the time of wishes and miracles. All around the tribe there had been news of a ceremony taking place on the morrow, and however much rest she thought she needed, the white wolfess was restless. Recently she had begun to thread colorful beads in her flowing mane that was tied back in a loose, low ponytail. She had not found any sort of material to fashion crude ear-hooks, but she would find them when she found them; plain and simple. Her tooth and claw necklaces were her pride--her single accesories that she wore no matter what--that symbolized that she had once held a place of honor in her family and old tribe; more specifically, one of the two claw necklaces symbolized the honor. No...No longer... With resolve Ralla clutched that one necklace and took it off, rolling it around in her paw as she contemplated the crude drawing in the earth at her feet. Illuminated by her makeshift fire near the great red oak and by the stars and moon, it looked ugly; chicken-scratch, a stick torn through the earth to try and shamefully imitate the graceful patterns of the stars.

Like the balance of light and darkness, Ralla felt fragile. Her moods had been shifting like the moon, although when it had been full, Ralla had had much more persistance in bottling up her fears and concerns. Now, as it was slowly retreating its light, she felt as if...it was retreating from her very heart. The practical side of her--that slim part of her, mind--chided her in sounding so sappy. But she couldn't help it. At one point, she had almost convinced herself that the moon and stars would be her only friends in company for the rest of her life. And then she had decided to pave her own way, to make her own decisions, and to become a self-assertive wolf. Where's that me now?

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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