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There was only so much advice that she could ask for. Utriu had fallen silent after her ranting and shouting had ended, sinking back down into the depths. He wouldn't come back up for her, not this time. He had told her what he thought many times before, but she hadn't taken his advice. She'd come back time and time again to ask him what to do, to shoot questions at him from different angles, and now he was growing impatient. The whale was wise, much wiser than her, but maybe he didn't know her as well as she had thought. He thought that she could do this, when she knew she couldn't.
She had come to the Kalona's den before, earlier in the day, but had turned back and gone off into the brush before she could be discovered. Ember had thought about talking to Dawali about it for weeks, and knew that it was the thing she had to do...she just didn't want to do it. She couldn't do it. Their friendship was important to her, and so was the tribe. She could risk damaging both of them if she confessed the things that she'd been feeling over the last few months. It had been a slow, gradual change for her, but now it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world.
She hadn't had to do anything this hard in a long time. When Khaden had left her she thought that her life was over. He had been the first one that she'd ever felt anything for and when he had been around in Esper Hollow he had taken really good care of her. Could she handle that kind of pain again? She had changed, yes, and she wouldn't try anything drastic like she had in the past. But if she didn't know how Dawali felt, then it was easier for her to imagine that he might feel the same...rather than finding out and having her hopes dashed.
Ember was without her cloak today but wore her sword, its brown sheath hanging down from a belt around her waist. She had taken special care that morning to brush her hair out so that it shone, dark brown and black hanging long and straight down her back. Small glass beads were braided into some parts, brightly colored feathers tied carefully to other pieces. It was late afternoon now, the sun's rays stretching across the lands and creating long shadows. Bright green eyes fixed on her own shadow where she stood, just out of view of his den's entrance. She watched as one shadow-foot moved, then the other, and then the first one again. She was going to do this. It wouldn't be easy, but she had to at least admit how she felt. Dark feet stopped a few feet away from the den, arms crossed as she stared down at it. "Dawali? You home?"
There was only so much advice that she could ask for. Utriu had fallen silent after her ranting and shouting had ended, sinking back down into the depths. He wouldn't come back up for her, not this time. He had told her what he thought many times before, but she hadn't taken his advice. She'd come back time and time again to ask him what to do, to shoot questions at him from different angles, and now he was growing impatient. The whale was wise, much wiser than her, but maybe he didn't know her as well as she had thought. He thought that she could do this, when she knew she couldn't.
She had come to the Kalona's den before, earlier in the day, but had turned back and gone off into the brush before she could be discovered. Ember had thought about talking to Dawali about it for weeks, and knew that it was the thing she had to do...she just didn't want to do it. She couldn't do it. Their friendship was important to her, and so was the tribe. She could risk damaging both of them if she confessed the things that she'd been feeling over the last few months. It had been a slow, gradual change for her, but now it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world.
She hadn't had to do anything this hard in a long time. When Khaden had left her she thought that her life was over. He had been the first one that she'd ever felt anything for and when he had been around in Esper Hollow he had taken really good care of her. Could she handle that kind of pain again? She had changed, yes, and she wouldn't try anything drastic like she had in the past. But if she didn't know how Dawali felt, then it was easier for her to imagine that he might feel the same...rather than finding out and having her hopes dashed.
Ember was without her cloak today but wore her sword, its brown sheath hanging down from a belt around her waist. She had taken special care that morning to brush her hair out so that it shone, dark brown and black hanging long and straight down her back. Small glass beads were braided into some parts, brightly colored feathers tied carefully to other pieces. It was late afternoon now, the sun's rays stretching across the lands and creating long shadows. Bright green eyes fixed on her own shadow where she stood, just out of view of his den's entrance. She watched as one shadow-foot moved, then the other, and then the first one again. She was going to do this. It wouldn't be easy, but she had to at least admit how she felt. Dark feet stopped a few feet away from the den, arms crossed as she stared down at it. "Dawali? You home?"