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Ralla · 12-31-2011, 02:51 AM

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This is late >_> ....Do not kill? XD (Nootau: Not visible) {hover over the AniWayan words for translations}

Ralla was out for a ride that day, having sorely neglected Sugar in the past few days. The quarter-horse was mild as always, but she knew he had been itching to get out to ride. "Ulanigida dininvsgeni, unalii; nasgi uha wuwedol nigvnada." Or, at least, near everywhere. The pair were well-traveled, ever since that first night Liliana had lent him to Ralla. The two were inseperable after that, and had an understanding of mutual benefit rather than a master-horse relationship. It was nice. As they crested a hill in the forest, Ralla excused herself from Sugar's back to climb up a tree. It being curiously clear that day for winter, the white woman was similarly curious as to what the landscape looked like blanketed in snow.

The land did not disappoint. In the bare limbs of a maple tree she saw the rolling hills that left the open plains elevated a little, although even from there Ralla could see the village buildings and tents pitched, they being dark against the pure white. Off in the far distance was the faint outline of the cliffs that were Beast's Grin Peninsula's, and to the southeast she heard the rushing of the river--formidable, powerful. But in her mind's eye, all she could see was the land covered in green, the blossoms falling like rain, and the trees pregnant with promised fruit. All she could see was the wheat and corn fields rippling in the breeze likes waves and the open plains filled with fireflies that would light up the night like lanterns. How she missed spring, when life was abundant. The wind rustled her fur, and as she turned to face winter's breath she spotted something. Given her vantage point, she did not have to squint hard to see the figures approaching the border, but was surprised when a howl was sounded--for her. There appeared to be many there, and Ralla was not a fighting wolf by nature. Yet...the howl sounded familiar. Still, although she was too far away to see the figures clearly and her memory was too stuffed with stories and history and songs to remember things in a snap moment, the scent that rode the wind towards her jogged her memory in a heartbeat.

Leaping down the trees with expert skill, as if she were some exotic monkey, Ralla jumped right back aboard Sugar's back and urged him to the border. The forest that laid in front of the AniWayan village was riddled with fallen logs, trenches, and rocks--it was quite the forest of beauty and mystic...and danger--but Ralla rode on swiftly, goaded by the promise of the scent she had caught. When she arrived, she was greeted by quite the travelling company--but she only had eyes, for the moment, for the one leading them.

Ralla couldn't remember the last time she had seen Shiloh, the scarred and timid wolfess she first met. Well, not exactly timid--at least not for long. She had, however, been a depressed thing before Saxif, and...well, Saxif had disappeared as suddenly as Shiloh had, too. Granted Saxif had been seen at the final war between AniWaya, Cour des Miracles, and Crimson Dreams, but it seemed as if everyone was wont to disappear and reappear at will those days. Her son had certainly taken to the trend, giving her quite the heart-attack. But here Shiloh was, alive and well--thank the moon and spirits--and... Well, well, well, Ralla mused in her mind, getting a load of the round orb that rested in Shiloh's stomach. "Unalihelitseti!" she cried, sidling up to Shiloh's horse without further preempt. She reached across to give her friend a hug from the horse's back, knowing how painful it was to mount and dismount horses, as well as time-consuming, when pregnant. Ralla was fine reaching over as she was, giving Shiloh the easier time. "Where have you been!? I had thought you dead!" The worry and weight of Shiloh's disappearance, while not as heart-rendering as the goings-on within her blood-family, were still important and dear to her. It was almost like Leon coming back again--their reunion had been bittersweet, and yet she was thankful that he was still alive. Knowledge, while most of the time painful, also brought comfort and relief in some times.

Introductions and explanations aside, after Ralla heard out Shiloh she turned her attention to the others about them. "Itse tsunalii?" she asked, jovial and smiling. This was cause for celebration!

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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