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The sooner they began the task, the sooner it could conclude and yet enough would be inducted into the familiar ranks of their home. Though even with her assurances for the task at hand, the woman harbored at bit of hesitance for what she was meant to do. In silent compliance, she nodded once and proceeded to lead the pair from the shadows of her home into the lit road of the mountain path at a measured, yet purposeful pace.
Meditation, though a crucial part of easing one’s mind, was also an activity that required considerable stillness as opposed to tending a garden or collecting wood. And it was this that unnerved the golden female. Sitting still as time slipped by, listening to nothing but nature and the sound of her own breathing. In truth she did not look forward to it despite its necessity and hoped that some greater power would see fit to disrupt them somehow, some way. But the graces of the ancestors could not be invoked on a whim, this much she knew, but it wasn’t harmless to dream and hope for otherwise.
X’yrin glanced at the pair over a muscled shoulder making sure they were able to keep with her pace as well as assess their physical conditions as they ascended steeper ground. Both body and mind was used to the shift in terrain by now and already had its mental map of the façade’s outline. Undoubtedly these treacherous steps would be something new to their paws to endure again as well as the whole of the mountains themselves. She could hope that these steps would be the first to encourage them to explore these reaches independently and make themselves a part of this land as their brethren. But for the time, perhaps a recollection of the familiar before they were thrust too deeply into the new.
“Fatin, Asad… would you tell me of your homeland?” She inquired softly, taking a stone lift underpaw and vaulted herself to the next. “What does it look like compared to here?”