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Ralla · 11-20-2011, 08:41 PM

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All things had gone fairly smoothly, with all events considered.

The night on the outside borders of Crimson Dreams had been unfettered by trouble or dreams--Ralla had been too tired for such things, and if she had been troubled by dreams, it was the rare occurrence that she did not remember. Sugar's warm side had aided as a pillow, and a small fire as a light; it was only now that the white wolfess was getting up and stretching to accommodate herself to early-morning movement after sleeping on the cold ground, that which was steadily becoming harder as fall once again drifted ever close. It had been more than a year since her arrival in Nova Scotia, and already so much had transpired. She wondered if her children--yes, children of all things, those which she had not thought to have for quite awhile--worried about her sudden departure, or if they were ever-blissful of the hardships around them. Well, not quite, maybe... At the very least Alaster was knowledgeable about the consequences of death now, however much Ralla wished it otherwise, if not only to retain their innocence for awhile longer. How the white boy must be longing for his twin--the other half of his soul that had spent every moment with him. And little Aleu, while thanking the spirits that her fur was perhaps kept cleaner longer, was most certainly mourning the loss of her elder brother as well. It was time to accept that her children were no longer weak and ignorant; they were growing up and becoming a part of the tribe.

Her travel bags a little lighter since the departure of some items the night before, Ralla was about to close her miniature camp so that she might continue her travels to Cour des Miracles...before she saw a figure in the distance. Now such a sight would not have normally surprised her, but the figure happened to becoming from within Crimson Dreams, which would've normally warranted pleasant surprise (pre-war). But it was after, and the woman didn't know what to expect; was she being pursued for leaving, or would she find that an old friend had caught up to her for whatever reason? Well, it was her safest bet to wait the few minutes it would take for the figure to reach her, in any case. If worst came to worst, she could hop on Sugar and run away...but that would defeat the purpose of her coming there: To rebuild trust.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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