03-10-2009, 06:01 PM
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She could smell him, little bits of him, through certain areas of the lands. It seemed, at least to her nose, that he hadn't quite explored as much as she thought he might. Mahlouk, the young man who Ayegali suddenly found herself so attached to, had been on her mind since the moment that she had met him. He was young, perhaps not even a year old, and already he had been through more things than she could imagine, things that she both did and did not understand. The boy had, unknowingly, given the raven colored Kalona a goal, to do whatever she could to make his life better, to start him over on a happier and pain free path.
The sun had gone down long since she had settled in front of the great fire with the large basket at her side. It was there that she worked, even as the moon rose the very top of the sky, sorting and packing and working by firelight. She had spent the day gathering the items that Mahlouk would need, paints and brushes and cloths, various berries that they had stored away to make new paints, and she would take them to him when the sun finally rose again. The night was quiet and Ayegali, lost in her thoughts and work, was just as quiet. She continued to pack the basket carefully, making sure nothing would spill or mix, trying to make everything as perfect as she hoped it would be.
She could smell him, little bits of him, through certain areas of the lands. It seemed, at least to her nose, that he hadn't quite explored as much as she thought he might. Mahlouk, the young man who Ayegali suddenly found herself so attached to, had been on her mind since the moment that she had met him. He was young, perhaps not even a year old, and already he had been through more things than she could imagine, things that she both did and did not understand. The boy had, unknowingly, given the raven colored Kalona a goal, to do whatever she could to make his life better, to start him over on a happier and pain free path.
The sun had gone down long since she had settled in front of the great fire with the large basket at her side. It was there that she worked, even as the moon rose the very top of the sky, sorting and packing and working by firelight. She had spent the day gathering the items that Mahlouk would need, paints and brushes and cloths, various berries that they had stored away to make new paints, and she would take them to him when the sun finally rose again. The night was quiet and Ayegali, lost in her thoughts and work, was just as quiet. She continued to pack the basket carefully, making sure nothing would spill or mix, trying to make everything as perfect as she hoped it would be.