08-07-2011, 07:40 PM
In all truth, Ralla could never be afraid of a wolf for their height. Her brother dwarfed her by two feet, so any other wolf could not intimidate her by their stature alone. No, it took their will and intentions to frighten her--much how even a small, sickly man like Maska caused her such distress. She felt a little bad when Leon mentioned the mountain lion--he was lucky to come out alive in such a situation--but she felt her heart skip a beat with how quickly his demeanor changed with the topic. She was truly flattered that he thought the way he did, and perhaps that would make it easier for her to tell him of her vision; surely he would understand. But he was right; she dared not correct him, for what he thought and said was truly his own concern and business, that which she had no control over.
The alabaster woman sighed quietly in relief, happy to know that Leon's pride as a man had saved her any scorn that perhaps would've been pinned to her if she had been stronger. Indeed, had she been stronger like Leon and her brother, maybe she would've stood up to Maska and his Guardians like the Austral man had. But she was not brave like them; she could only show her resolve in her own ways. And she had no doubt or reservations about them, either. "Never feel shame for me," she said as she went closer to her friend, a smile on her face for his concern for her as well. "I was once a Councilman, and it was my burden and duty to carry the shame of our people with our Chief. You have never done anything to shame yourself." Indeed, all Ralla could think of Leon and his family were good things; things that had never merited any scorn or disgrace. Even if she had gone complacently with Maska's orders and Leon had disobeyed the new verdict, she couldn't see it as a fault; it was sheer bravery.
Gratefully she sat next to the other man, intertwining her fingers in her lap as she sought the right way to began. She raised her face to his, her forest green pupils connecting with his as she told her story. "I have had a vision," she said plainly. Not many knew of the visions she received, but she did not attempt to hide them or twist them to suit another's wishes; they simply were. "It began with the village and the river. As the moon rose and the sun set, the river ran red, originating from the heart of the village. It spread out and into the soil, tainting the land and forest. The forest burst into fire and turned to black, and all that was left was ash. And then that ash turned into a pitch-black raven that shed poisoned feathers; wherever the feathers touched there was illness." With every passing recollection, Ralla's voice trembled more, the implications of her vision so very, very terrible. "And the raven...it flew to the moon and began to claw at it. The moon screamed as it was assaulted, and... Leon, it is a dark omen." Perhaps, since Leon had not grown up in the Moon Tribe, he did not know how dire it was for the moon to be profaned. But with everything else he could most certainly sense her dread. "It is an omen of destrucion and death." Ralla knew that they could not act rashly; this would only make things worse. But she needed someone else to share this with so that she wasn't so alone; so she could affirm any actions that she might later take.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
The alabaster woman sighed quietly in relief, happy to know that Leon's pride as a man had saved her any scorn that perhaps would've been pinned to her if she had been stronger. Indeed, had she been stronger like Leon and her brother, maybe she would've stood up to Maska and his Guardians like the Austral man had. But she was not brave like them; she could only show her resolve in her own ways. And she had no doubt or reservations about them, either. "Never feel shame for me," she said as she went closer to her friend, a smile on her face for his concern for her as well. "I was once a Councilman, and it was my burden and duty to carry the shame of our people with our Chief. You have never done anything to shame yourself." Indeed, all Ralla could think of Leon and his family were good things; things that had never merited any scorn or disgrace. Even if she had gone complacently with Maska's orders and Leon had disobeyed the new verdict, she couldn't see it as a fault; it was sheer bravery.
Gratefully she sat next to the other man, intertwining her fingers in her lap as she sought the right way to began. She raised her face to his, her forest green pupils connecting with his as she told her story. "I have had a vision," she said plainly. Not many knew of the visions she received, but she did not attempt to hide them or twist them to suit another's wishes; they simply were. "It began with the village and the river. As the moon rose and the sun set, the river ran red, originating from the heart of the village. It spread out and into the soil, tainting the land and forest. The forest burst into fire and turned to black, and all that was left was ash. And then that ash turned into a pitch-black raven that shed poisoned feathers; wherever the feathers touched there was illness." With every passing recollection, Ralla's voice trembled more, the implications of her vision so very, very terrible. "And the raven...it flew to the moon and began to claw at it. The moon screamed as it was assaulted, and... Leon, it is a dark omen." Perhaps, since Leon had not grown up in the Moon Tribe, he did not know how dire it was for the moon to be profaned. But with everything else he could most certainly sense her dread. "It is an omen of destrucion and death." Ralla knew that they could not act rashly; this would only make things worse. But she needed someone else to share this with so that she wasn't so alone; so she could affirm any actions that she might later take.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.