06-19-2009, 01:00 PM
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No need to match length, Asha is just returning home to her cabin at last. 800+
Upon her return into the tribe lands, Asha couldn't escape to the confines of her cabin right away as hastily as she wanted to. It would simply be disrespectful to both the tribe lands and the tribe members itself if she passed everyone up to be in a hurry to go back to her home again in AniWaya. Plus, it simply wasn't in her nature to do such a thing, seeing as how the daughter of the Bone Bearer was quite the energetic and optimistic extrovert of her lineage line. She had taken care of duties with Dawali, participating in the pack hunt play with the puppies, and getting back into the natural rhythm of AniWaya that thrived in the lands. Once all of that was settled and completed, it was finally time to return back to her true home here; the new cabin that was built for her only a season or so ago.
Grasping the handle, she lightly pushed open the front door effortlessly with several digits of her hand. The door swung open gently, a subtle squeaking heard from the joints. In was the stale darkness that she left behind, filtering out as the fresh crisp air from the outdoors moved in to take captive. It was late afternoon, with the sun heading down the path to where it was destined to disappear behind the western horizon, but there was still a considerable amount of daylight to be had in the day's course yet. Light filtered in from the windows, making the foyer and the contents of the cabin slightly illuminate, but not as bright as it was outside. Taking a feeble step in, the atmosphere in the cabin was humid, musty. The front door had to be left open, and a couple of windows as well to get the season's past air out.
As musty as it was in here, there was a greedy intake of this air. This air was from season's past, the very last air Asha shared within the cabin with Leland. Everything seemed perfectly preserved as she left it, like a silent tomb waiting to be
excavated. There was a rush of memories and something of a deep, dragging feeling felt in her soul the moment she stepped foot in her cabin once again. Perhaps it was slight heartache from the memories shared here, longing to return to her true home, or perhaps it was the fact that this was the last place Asha seen Leland before she went on her journey. It took her a moment to reconcile in her reveries (especially remembering the time where her ankle was broken, and had been a prisoner of this cabin before leaving, which left a subtle smirk at the remembrance), before stepping forward and silently making ways to the middle room of the cabin; observing everything she passed by, remembering everything as how she placed it before she left.
There was a wooden table with two chairs on opposite ends. She was about to walk past the wooden items before her amber eyes passed over something that made her stop abruptly in her tracks, her gaze widening and her breath hitching for a mere moment. It took her a second for her grasp to outreach to the item that was on the table, taking hold of the feathery necklace and holding it up into the streams of light that filtered from the windows. It was shaped into an elaborate flower, surprisingly tailored enough to where it actually did resemble a flower. The petals, however, were an assortment of different avian feathers, all colors. "Oh, Leland..." She then broke the hanging silence of the cabin, shaking her head lightly.
Asha seriously thought she had lost the trinket Leland had made for her before she left. She was certain that she lost it along the way of her journey, quite angry at herself for misplacing such a treasured item. But as fate had it, it had been here all along, still and silent upon her table. This made her slightly upset, surprised that she had forgotten the token gift all along. Her fingers ran through several feathers, feeling their soft light texture. For a second she simply reveled in the item. You said that you'd never want to hurt me, ever. I guess I broke my promise in that. But it was for the good of the tribe, I was hoping you would understand. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. Guess it doesn't matter now, because all that I have left of you is this. In which she shook her head once again. Asha didn't like this feeling that was happening within her. That strange feeling of longing, emptiness. She had everything in AniWaya, and the one thing that she was at least eager to get to, it wasn't here anymore. It wasn't anywhere.
Holding the necklace, her gaze shifted to outside the window. Aidan was nearby, grazing in the tall grasses right outside the cabin. For any onlooker or traveler that passed by the cabin, it was evident that someone at the moment occupied it, with the door swung right open and an equine nearby, signaling a traveler had made a stop (in this case, Asha returning back to her home).
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No need to match length, Asha is just returning home to her cabin at last. 800+
Upon her return into the tribe lands, Asha couldn't escape to the confines of her cabin right away as hastily as she wanted to. It would simply be disrespectful to both the tribe lands and the tribe members itself if she passed everyone up to be in a hurry to go back to her home again in AniWaya. Plus, it simply wasn't in her nature to do such a thing, seeing as how the daughter of the Bone Bearer was quite the energetic and optimistic extrovert of her lineage line. She had taken care of duties with Dawali, participating in the pack hunt play with the puppies, and getting back into the natural rhythm of AniWaya that thrived in the lands. Once all of that was settled and completed, it was finally time to return back to her true home here; the new cabin that was built for her only a season or so ago.
Grasping the handle, she lightly pushed open the front door effortlessly with several digits of her hand. The door swung open gently, a subtle squeaking heard from the joints. In was the stale darkness that she left behind, filtering out as the fresh crisp air from the outdoors moved in to take captive. It was late afternoon, with the sun heading down the path to where it was destined to disappear behind the western horizon, but there was still a considerable amount of daylight to be had in the day's course yet. Light filtered in from the windows, making the foyer and the contents of the cabin slightly illuminate, but not as bright as it was outside. Taking a feeble step in, the atmosphere in the cabin was humid, musty. The front door had to be left open, and a couple of windows as well to get the season's past air out.
As musty as it was in here, there was a greedy intake of this air. This air was from season's past, the very last air Asha shared within the cabin with Leland. Everything seemed perfectly preserved as she left it, like a silent tomb waiting to be
excavated. There was a rush of memories and something of a deep, dragging feeling felt in her soul the moment she stepped foot in her cabin once again. Perhaps it was slight heartache from the memories shared here, longing to return to her true home, or perhaps it was the fact that this was the last place Asha seen Leland before she went on her journey. It took her a moment to reconcile in her reveries (especially remembering the time where her ankle was broken, and had been a prisoner of this cabin before leaving, which left a subtle smirk at the remembrance), before stepping forward and silently making ways to the middle room of the cabin; observing everything she passed by, remembering everything as how she placed it before she left.
There was a wooden table with two chairs on opposite ends. She was about to walk past the wooden items before her amber eyes passed over something that made her stop abruptly in her tracks, her gaze widening and her breath hitching for a mere moment. It took her a second for her grasp to outreach to the item that was on the table, taking hold of the feathery necklace and holding it up into the streams of light that filtered from the windows. It was shaped into an elaborate flower, surprisingly tailored enough to where it actually did resemble a flower. The petals, however, were an assortment of different avian feathers, all colors. "Oh, Leland..." She then broke the hanging silence of the cabin, shaking her head lightly.
Asha seriously thought she had lost the trinket Leland had made for her before she left. She was certain that she lost it along the way of her journey, quite angry at herself for misplacing such a treasured item. But as fate had it, it had been here all along, still and silent upon her table. This made her slightly upset, surprised that she had forgotten the token gift all along. Her fingers ran through several feathers, feeling their soft light texture. For a second she simply reveled in the item. You said that you'd never want to hurt me, ever. I guess I broke my promise in that. But it was for the good of the tribe, I was hoping you would understand. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. Guess it doesn't matter now, because all that I have left of you is this. In which she shook her head once again. Asha didn't like this feeling that was happening within her. That strange feeling of longing, emptiness. She had everything in AniWaya, and the one thing that she was at least eager to get to, it wasn't here anymore. It wasn't anywhere.
Holding the necklace, her gaze shifted to outside the window. Aidan was nearby, grazing in the tall grasses right outside the cabin. For any onlooker or traveler that passed by the cabin, it was evident that someone at the moment occupied it, with the door swung right open and an equine nearby, signaling a traveler had made a stop (in this case, Asha returning back to her home).
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