My world is coming down

Ralla · 02-06-2011, 06:05 PM

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Snowy time >:3

Ralla had expected the terrible winds that followed the peaceful calm of drifting snow. Her original home had been blizzard-prone, but Ralla had forseen through her dreams the coming of nature's sleeping breath. Why had she not warned her tribe? She had, in ways that made it seem as if she were just slipping the information in; warning some of them to stay close to home, commenting on the coming weather. Had she just outright exclaimed 'Terrible weather is coming!' and nothing came, what was she supposed to answer to? But she should've known not to doubt her instincts and visions; they had never led her wrong before. So now the wind whipped and howled outside of her tree hut, making the thatch and clay roof shudder. It was a fairly new hut--not even a half year old--and made from the dried clay brick of the earth and strong branches of the trees.

In light of the weather, Ralla had taken down the tarp that tented over the log supply beneath her red oak tree and instead tied it down over the logs, stakes driven through into the earth to keep the tarp from blowing away. The fire pit beneath the tree had been tamped out by the wind itself, and Ralla had taken up her rope ladder--recently fixed--and secured most everything else in anticipation of the harsh weather. She had never had to worry about such preperations in her previous home--having been young and born for a higher position, others had done such for her--but she knew what needed to be done. But her windows...they were bare but for a layers of blankets that she had hastily covered them with and some nails keeping them down. The wind beat at them, making their slight leeway give. Inside was disturbingly still but for the tallow candles burning dimly in their corners. It was then that Ralla wished she had a metal bowl to make a small fire, which was followed by the logical thought that she couldn't open up her roof in the first place to let the smoke out.

She was alone and trapped.

Not really, she tried to console herself. It's only until this storm lets up... In response, a particularily loud blast came by with a loud falling sound landing on the roof, supposedly some snow previously kept up by the branches falling onto the roof, making Ralla flinch. She sighed and rechecked the blankets over the windows and the door before crawling over to her hammock, layering herself with blankets to keep warm. True, her winter coat was thick because of her birth and the season--it would last her so long as she didn't get wet again--but then other issues popped up. What if the storm lasted longer than a few days? It was not unheard of. What would she do for food? A day or two without food would be fine, but she had not had the heart to take from the Town Hall for an emergency that might not've even passed. And the hunting had been slim... That had been another sign; many animals gone and already hunkered down.

Ralla ears twitched as she thought she heard a howl come floating on the winds, but she chalked it up to the wind; it was like a hundred phantasmic wolves, all baying as if in chase of invisible prey or in flight from spring. She wondered if everyone else was alright? Her tribe? Kemo? Sugar? They all must be so frightened... And she had failed to convey her visions... When will my failures end? "Unequa, hineyu watsi deli gohi anilasdalv. Anasgvti nigada ihesdi niganayegvna," she prayed.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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