03-01-2011, 01:39 AM
Like Sakari, Ayasha had spent her time in the town hall. However, she spent her time between Dawali and the new pup Saphrina. She was currently next to Dawali, glancing over at her new friend every once in awhile. The two of them were alike in many ways. They both had nearly died getting her and had no family. Her attention was turned back to Dawali.
When asked if she wanted a story, she nodded. She loved stories. Though she shook her head at the word. But Dawali told them what it meant. She felt bad, and a little jealous, that Sakari knew the word. But her feelings were soon swept aside as Dawali drew her into the story. She shivered slightly at there being dead wolves that danced when no one was looking.
She had a few questions. "Why did they need to collect acorns? And why do the dead come back? What do they sound like? Why can't we see them?" She would have gone on with her questions but decided to leave it at those. To her, those were very important questions.
She was happy and sad about her mother. "So my mommy will come visit the tribe when no one is here?" It was nice to know that her mother would know she was fine.
When asked if she wanted a story, she nodded. She loved stories. Though she shook her head at the word. But Dawali told them what it meant. She felt bad, and a little jealous, that Sakari knew the word. But her feelings were soon swept aside as Dawali drew her into the story. She shivered slightly at there being dead wolves that danced when no one was looking.
She had a few questions. "Why did they need to collect acorns? And why do the dead come back? What do they sound like? Why can't we see them?" She would have gone on with her questions but decided to leave it at those. To her, those were very important questions.
She was happy and sad about her mother. "So my mommy will come visit the tribe when no one is here?" It was nice to know that her mother would know she was fine.