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[Dawali Amara]

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Yeah that's work. I am poo Slight pp here to just end it, I figured it was okay since it's very little and very logical? It's just her entering his den when he invites her in Also slight ramble; weird oO Word Count: 472 come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops The father and daughter stood musing on the subject of one dead female, and just then a wind flew past Dawali as it often did; mostly in the form of a certain eagle. Mostly, she let him know like that, too lazy to appear, and too hyper-active to stay. But now, the Chief thought to himself, he would have liked to imagine that it was not Gvihita, but the very person they spoke about, that somehow broke through for a little moment and flew past her daughter and widowed husband, briefly there but not. Imagination could be one's enemy, but it could also be salvation. A small smile of a different sort crept upon his face for a split second, one of wonder, sadness, and nostalgia. The conversation continued, however, and the smile was replaced by one of amusement, and as they joked on the training of the bull, Dawali forgot about that small moment in which he would like to insert the memory of his first, and only, love. She was not dead to him, but vibrantly alive, for he knew what happened to the dead, and he knew that she would never be gone. She would never fly past them in the form of a gust of wind, either, but this illusion was welcome; it reminded him of what was lost, but still precious. Dawali smiled as he observed how Asha shared his devotion to passing knowledge on, and the general openness in which he took great pride. He would never feel more proud than whenever he got the chance to admire his children, either openly or in secret. He nodded to her words and smiled back at her as he spoke. "Yeah, it's not only pleasant, but constructive in several ways. We have no alliance with her pack just now, but I'm certain that bonding with the daughter of the leadership can't go wrong." All in all, it was a great deal for him. He felt useful, he got to be around children — which he adored — and he maintained a good relationship with his neighboring pack. What more could he want from any sort of exchange? Asha expressed that she'd like to offer the child some training with riding a horse, and Dawali smiled at the thought, imagining for a second the image of an ecstatic Cambria atop a horse. Judging by the look on her face in the stables, she would have trouble breathing from exhilaration. Not unlike most young girls on their first ride, really. The father moved his hand as if inviting the daughter inside, before he turned around and entered his den. The other figure followed him inside. The two Amaras would continue their musing and nostalgia in the more comfortable shelter of a primitive wooden hut, where there was food and fire and fellowship.

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