This takes place at Adanvdo Tsusga (The Spirit Oak) in AniWaya. 559
Today was an overcast sort of day. The flurries at this moment had seized, but there had always been an opportunity for them to start descending down from the gray heavens at any point. It was presumably mid noon, but with the thick blanket of cover that was the gloomy clouds overhead, one couldn't be able to accurately pinpoint exactly what time it had been in the day; it was really just one of those days where it seemed like the grayness made the duration of the day seem a lot longer than it should. Nevertheless, nature itself was still carrying on like it always did; occasional hares and elk traipsing over the land, birds singing their own language of songs, and the occasional distant howl of a tribe member calling out to their kind, or simply singing in a howl like the birds sang in their whistling chirps.
Aidan was acting stubborn today. There were some days to where her equine would simply refuse to traverse anywhere else but their cabin or the stables, and so Asha had to put on a special sort of reign upon his nose so that she would have to drag him instead of ride upon him (in which if she did, he would have no trouble trying to be disobedient or take off running back home with herself on his back). As the two of them were heading in the direction of The Spirit Oak, there were several times to where Aidan tried to stop abruptly, and attempt to stand in place like a stubborn child who didn't want to take part in anything that was coming for them. Asha tugged a little firmly on the reigns, showing that she wasn't going to put up with his stubborn nature today. "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the hay bed this morning, huh? Well, whatever happened to put you in a cranky mood, just know it's not going to work on me, okay?"
The Spirit Oak had to have been the Amara's favorite place to go out of AniWaya, since it was a sacred ground that was tranquil and frequently visited. As they walked through the clearing that led up to the mighty and ancient oak, she could already see the carvings made in the bark that had been there for many moons now. Even the erosion of the weather and the seasons had not made the pictures disappear from the oak just yet, and Asha loved to come here and simply observe them all. There had been some new ones that had been traced in since last time she had came here (which had been a very long time now), and so tying the reigns of Aidan's rope by the closest branch that swept down (so that he wouldn't hightail it out of there or sneak away), Asha had approached closer to the great oak, tracing the newly carved figures that had been made since the last time she was here.
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