And miles to go before I sleep

Susquehanna · 12-29-2011, 03:10 AM

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OOC here!

Here she was again, the ebony woman mused, standing at yet another turning point in her life. AniWaya, she had learned through the grapevine, was no longer "home" to her, would never be the same. While she had been gone, a great war had happened at the heart of the tribe, one that took Dawali, in the end, back to the Great Tribe. She did not know all the details, but to return to such a place did not seem to the woman her best course of action. Instead of the peaceful people that AniWaya had always seemed to keep, there were new members that Hanna knew nothing about. Oh, Ralla was there too, and several others that she did know, but still, she felt wrong returning.

She had thought long and hard before even returning to Souls. She had been staying in a den in the old lands, where once had stood the Moaning Wood, her home of old. It felt perverted compared to what it had once been, ashen and desolate as compared to lush and full of life, but there was something comforting about the place, and the wisewoman who had helped her and Esmerelda survive along with the livestock she'd managed to keep alive thus far had called it home for nearly a year.

Now, though, the woman longed for the companionship of a pack. She wanted to feel a part of a greater whole. Moreover, she didn't want Essie's only memories of her youth to be grey, burnt forest. So she had tethered her livestock once more, lifted her daughter to Galilahi's rump, and headed once again over the mountains. She stood indecisively at the southeastern foot of the range, debating where it was she wanted to go, and finally she chose Anathema. She knew little about the pack, and little more about its ways, but Gemma, the girl who had rescued her when she had passed out near its borders, had lived there. Hanna would have, too, but she had chickened out before actually reaching the pack, made an excuse to bury her stillborn sons nearby, and then ran like a rabid wolf the other direction instead of returning to Gemma's side. She wished she hadn't done so now, but she just couldn't imagine then not living with the featherheads.

Still, and for a long time silent, the woman stood on the border, just looking. Finally, raising her muzzle to the sky, she called out for the leader of the pack, Anathema. She was dressed to impress, with her usual outfit on her body, her spirit bag around her neck, its familiar weight a comfort, and her long, dark hair tied back in a queue. She stood on the ground, gripping Gali's hackamore, Esmerelda atop the mare's back. The young one's eyes were wide; she didn't know what was to happen. Hanna patted her head gently, reassuringly, then sat back to wait.

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