Look Through My Eyes

Ralla · 04-03-2011, 07:07 PM

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I'm on a song title kick Tongue (Nootau: Visible)

Ralla was so overjoyed that she'd come home in time for the spring ceremony. Home had felt more than everything she had ever wanted; safe, comfortable, and happy. Ayasha had remained well and healthy, and Ralla had Kemo by her side. But he was understanding enough to realize that she could not always be there with him, nor him her, due to their duties to the pack. And so their time spent together was precious and all the more special.

It would not be long before Ayasha could shift and properly get up and down the ladder to the tree-house. Ralla would've felt safer if her adoptive daughter could do so already, but this was counteracted that the Town Hall was the most surrounded by the tribe and hence most easily accessible if the need should arise. Still, she saw her daughter out and about often enough to know she was perfectly fine and happy. Sifting through her piles of supplies in one corner of the house, Ralla wondered if she should perhaps resume the work on the observatory sooner than later, since summer would bring clear night skies. And J'adore has to teach me script! she exclaimed to herself. And she needed to resume the lessons by the fire, the caring of the tools... Well, at least I wont be lacking work, she said cheerily, climbing down the wooden-rung ladder to the ground. The embers of the fire from the night before were still burning, but she let it be in favor of seeing to the Great Fire first, as was her usual routine. She might not have known that she had a pattern of work, but it was evident that it had become a pleasant, repeated routine should nothing else arise. And she was quite content with it. Or perhaps it was the glow of a mother-to-be?

As she walked, Nootau swooped from out of nowhere, materializing as if from a burst of fire and light, to fly leisurely above Ralla's head. The white wolfess was far too used to Nootau's comings and goings, choosing to communicate with the barn owl only when she knew he would give her a more substantial answer other than a gesture or a nod. She came to the billowing smoke of the Great Fire and approached it with respect, letting her nose take in the heady scents of the woods feeding its hungry mouth. How she had missed its familiarity; it's allure. When she had arrived a few days back she had paid a visit to Chief Dawali to see how he was doing and found him better than how she had left him, although not yet completely healed. She had asked about the tribe and the events that had transpired, although the village had remained as peaceful as ever, save for the substitution of Jefferson Soul from Phoenix Valley as Kalona in Chief Dawali's stead. Ralla had personally never met any of the Valley, so she did not know what to expect at all, since she hadn't seen the man either. In the flames, Ralla watched as their tongues and smoke formed images--as they sometimes did for her, giving her small visions--and she watched attentively. Within the flames danced two birds, that of which were mostly unidentifiable, but one which remained golden, another swirled with red and green. She did not have much time to wonder on the vision before she heard footsteps coming closer to her.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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