'Allo there, gov'na!

Ralla had been up bright and early that morning to see the moon set and the sun rise, as well as to get an early start at tending to the Great Fire. Having grown a little paranoid, recently, since its going out, she wondered if her nerves would settle when she would have to leave in a few days. It was fine before I got here, it'll be fine until I return. J'adore and Oceane are plenty capable. Although the two of them couldn't directly come into contact with it because of their restrictions in duty... She would have to give them explicit permission to feed the sacred flame in her absence. Had circumstances been different, she would've allowed Chief Dawali to do it as he had before her coming. But his recent leg injury brought more worry to Ralla's heart, so she would hear none of her Chief risking further mangle of his leg. Soon, Kemo, Noss, and I will be gone for awhile. I hope nothing changes too much.

In the Town Hall, as the white wolfess was collecting her materials to start the day, her ears twitched to a familiar sound; all in voice, tune, and words. Her jaw went a little slack in recognition of the three, and as the words finished, she dropped her things back into their places and rushed to open the Town Hall door, eyes and head immediatly turning to the wolf who was leaning on the side of the building. It couldn't be... Perhaps the moon was as capricious as Ralla once thought, as she called out a name: "Frodo!?" It had to be him; she had never seen a curly black coat like his flecked with gold, of all colors. Whether it had been natural or dyed, as was a common practice from where he was from, she had never found out. But this was undoubtedly the same wolf she had met--although he had still been a child, and yet small--when she had travelled north; he was the child of the gypsy luperci, and very few knew the song that he had recited. "What're you doing here?" she asked, not with venom, but with pleasant and shocking surprise.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

*frowns at the 6 day wait* Yeah, I'm not proud of that -.-

The young pup--no, he was a young man now--stepped forward to embrace her, and she accepted the hug with matched warmth; how could she forget or distance herself from the wolf she had known as only a small pup and played with? How could she forget his family's kindness to her when they took her in, allowing a runaway to travel with them, knowing of her importance and treachery? They were of terribly good stock, and now, right in front of her, was a friend she never thought she would see again. His laughter was just as musical as his gypsy voice, and she let her own ring out in her pleasure.

"Yes, it's me, you silly pup," she teased, looking down at him. Young man or not, he was still shorter than her, though she did not begrudge him that; he would grow, she was sure. "And what do you mean 'don't know if I would make it?' I was plenty older than you when we first met," she said, although she realized that she had practically just embarassed herself by shouting out that she was 'old' to the man. "As you can see, I'm here. Though...not for long. I'm leaving for awhile to go back to the Moon Tribe. But I'll be back in no time! You'll hardly notice I was gone." She said it all so lightly where once before the words themselves would've stricken her paralyzed with fear. But Frodo had a way about him that was easy, as most gypsies were, and she hadn't lost that open connection she had forged with him that month on her way up to AniWaya. "But you know why I was coming here in the first place! Tell me why you're here. Did the travelling life get the better of you?" She had never heard of such a thing from a gypsy; a few of them may've found love ina single place, but they always moved on sooner or later. It was in their blood. "But you say it's a long story. Come on, I'll take you to my hut," she said while walking a few paces and gesturing with her hand, beckoning him to follow her to her hut in the red oak tree.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.