The White Ash of Snow

Ralla · 03-23-2011, 11:02 PM

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As caught up as Ralla was in her daydreams, she was not so oblivious as to ignore a disturbance in the world. In fact, it should be rare that she would overlook such things, although she was beginning to let herself do so more and more, finding that the Great Spirits could reach her in such a way as well. One might not always have to strain so hard to see what is right in front of them, she lectured herself. Steadily more philosophical her speech was becoming, yet, and she often felt all the stranger for possessing the souls of perhaps two different ages, so quickly were her moods triggered. As solemn as she had been earlier that morning, the walk and brisk air had shifted her mood, as well as the song, and when she turned she was struck with a color that stood out from the rest. At first it reminded her of a field of wild lavender, and then of sunset and the rings around an early moon. But when she focused her eyes she saw that it was neither light nor plant, but the dress of a woman. Rarely did Ralla see fully-clothed luperci, but she had to admit to the beauty granted them through garments. True, she and some of her previous packmates would don cloth, but rarely anything more than perhaps a shawl, a cloak, or headdress. Certainly jewelry had never been an object to contend with. The woman was elegant in the dress, although Ralla couldn't help but notice the eyes that shined like that of a cat's; sharp, alert, and graceful.

She thought how she must appear, wielding the axe, and slipped it into one of the baskets for assurance. Lifting up a hand in greeting, she smiled. One might say that it was almost impossible her face hadn't frozen that way with all the smiling she did, but she could rarely find herself so brooding at the world to keep a consistant scowl. "Hello," she called, her gentle voice ringing slightly off the hanging icicles. "Who are you, stranger? What brings you to Serena Reserve?" It wasn't really much of an intimidating or interrogating question, as Ralla had realized that she had traversed over the AniWayan territory marker and was thence in the part of the Reserve that was anyone's game, although should the other prove a threat, Ralla was within her rights to chase her off. But just by looking at the other woman she felt that it would be unnecessary, and thus felt more friendly in the encounter.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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