04-08-2012, 09:21 PM
Zana had been stalking around the mansion again, her mood foul since she had been ordered to stay at the mansion with Timori when the second stretch of fights had broken out. She had not directly obeyed and instead had driven Saul across the clan lands to guard the village where the retired clan members resided along with Halo's children. Timori had stayed quiet the whole trip and had played nicely with Halo's children and even listened when Keana spoke with him, something that was hard even for Zana to get him to do now that he was older. She had been uneasy the whole time until Myrika had returned to the village.
The small woman had not swiftly returned back to the mansion after the fights had ended, having been weary of traveling. Instead they had stayed in the village overnight and had headed back the next day. Helotes had been close to killing her for not being at the mansion when he returned but her short temper had shown through as she pointed out that their weakest, eldest and wounded had been left to fend for themselves if any had got past the rest of the clan. They had steamed at one another for a while but the stress of the night before finally wore on both before they finally set things aside.
Days after and her blood was still wired as she sat outside ontop a fence post, perched atop the crosstie for the fence as she watched the woods. She did not like these strange raids that were coming upon them at all and she wished the trouble would end or the enemy show themselves more clearly. This was not how things were suppose to be in these lands. She was temped to set out on her own self appointed mission to discover the enemy but she didn't dare, knowing her duty was to guard the borders... and even with four of them to guard and patrol she doubted that it would ever be enough.
The small woman had not swiftly returned back to the mansion after the fights had ended, having been weary of traveling. Instead they had stayed in the village overnight and had headed back the next day. Helotes had been close to killing her for not being at the mansion when he returned but her short temper had shown through as she pointed out that their weakest, eldest and wounded had been left to fend for themselves if any had got past the rest of the clan. They had steamed at one another for a while but the stress of the night before finally wore on both before they finally set things aside.
Days after and her blood was still wired as she sat outside ontop a fence post, perched atop the crosstie for the fence as she watched the woods. She did not like these strange raids that were coming upon them at all and she wished the trouble would end or the enemy show themselves more clearly. This was not how things were suppose to be in these lands. She was temped to set out on her own self appointed mission to discover the enemy but she didn't dare, knowing her duty was to guard the borders... and even with four of them to guard and patrol she doubted that it would ever be enough.