01-13-2010, 11:39 AM
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Tsiladoosgi — Falling flowers
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The snow fall drizzled down gently, almost silently from the heavens. It bathed and covered the lands in a blanket of pristine white. These lands had been different; changed by the frigid, invisible grasp of winter everywhere. These lands had certainly been robbed of their lush, greener resources. It was early morning, where the few sparse rays of the sun began peeking out over the eastern horizon with a dim flaxen glow. It was the hour of the day where all creatures of the lands were catching their prey and collecting their food early, despite how the cold ice and snow had made most of these activities considerably more difficult for others than most.
With the bronco that was her steed and her method of travel, Aidan had lifted his head and gave a resounding snort; eyes from behind his long lashes surveying the land that he had been familiar with several times before. Asha too let a longing gaze take place upon the lands before her, noting the subtle changes here and there from what she could see; mainly from what the seasons had done to take away all of the greenery. Still, home never looked anymore enticing whether it was covered in ice or not. Home was home, and no matter how far her wanderlust decided to take her, there would always be a place in this world to return back to. A refuge. A safe grounds. A place of knowing. Her bow was strapped across her back; a prized item that had kept her survival strong while she was away, with several arrows also strapped above the bow contraption itself. Shaking her head lightly to herself, there was a barrage of weaponry and items she had left behind in her cabin, and even more so was she eager to walk through her wooden front door and toss herself on the closest cushion she could.
Jaya had sent her a series of dreams, dreams that had been both unsettling and captivating. The original reason was that Jaya had sent her signs of her younger sister and of the rest of the Tribe that didn't make it in the first migration to these newer lands; there had been something gone terribly wrong, and she had seen it as her duty to go out and seek this problem. She knew Dawali had his hands full here, and while he probably didn't want her to originally go in the first place, she felt as if there was no choice to be had in the manner. The others had been holding up well, but there had been a striking famine in their area.
And, to her surprise, Aiyanna had disappeared from the site. It was for a valid reason, and Asha had stayed as long as she could with them. When it was time to go, she had spent some time on the outside with herself, Jaya, and Aidan, simply letting wanderlust and adventure capture her heart while it was still for the taking. She would not regret her leave that was a little longer than it should have been, for there were many lessons and elements of life that she had learned. Asha would return as a much wiser individual indeed.
It was early morning, and Dawali could be anywhere at this point. Her aging father sleeping away, waking up to duties, hey, maybe even still fishing? She had wondered, with an amused smirk, how much better he had gotten with fishing from all this time. Giving a gentle pat to Aidan's neck, it was the signal to tread forth in the snow. The trio would head in the direction of the village, at a slow but sure pace.
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618
The snow fall drizzled down gently, almost silently from the heavens. It bathed and covered the lands in a blanket of pristine white. These lands had been different; changed by the frigid, invisible grasp of winter everywhere. These lands had certainly been robbed of their lush, greener resources. It was early morning, where the few sparse rays of the sun began peeking out over the eastern horizon with a dim flaxen glow. It was the hour of the day where all creatures of the lands were catching their prey and collecting their food early, despite how the cold ice and snow had made most of these activities considerably more difficult for others than most.
With the bronco that was her steed and her method of travel, Aidan had lifted his head and gave a resounding snort; eyes from behind his long lashes surveying the land that he had been familiar with several times before. Asha too let a longing gaze take place upon the lands before her, noting the subtle changes here and there from what she could see; mainly from what the seasons had done to take away all of the greenery. Still, home never looked anymore enticing whether it was covered in ice or not. Home was home, and no matter how far her wanderlust decided to take her, there would always be a place in this world to return back to. A refuge. A safe grounds. A place of knowing. Her bow was strapped across her back; a prized item that had kept her survival strong while she was away, with several arrows also strapped above the bow contraption itself. Shaking her head lightly to herself, there was a barrage of weaponry and items she had left behind in her cabin, and even more so was she eager to walk through her wooden front door and toss herself on the closest cushion she could.
Jaya had sent her a series of dreams, dreams that had been both unsettling and captivating. The original reason was that Jaya had sent her signs of her younger sister and of the rest of the Tribe that didn't make it in the first migration to these newer lands; there had been something gone terribly wrong, and she had seen it as her duty to go out and seek this problem. She knew Dawali had his hands full here, and while he probably didn't want her to originally go in the first place, she felt as if there was no choice to be had in the manner. The others had been holding up well, but there had been a striking famine in their area.
And, to her surprise, Aiyanna had disappeared from the site. It was for a valid reason, and Asha had stayed as long as she could with them. When it was time to go, she had spent some time on the outside with herself, Jaya, and Aidan, simply letting wanderlust and adventure capture her heart while it was still for the taking. She would not regret her leave that was a little longer than it should have been, for there were many lessons and elements of life that she had learned. Asha would return as a much wiser individual indeed.
It was early morning, and Dawali could be anywhere at this point. Her aging father sleeping away, waking up to duties, hey, maybe even still fishing? She had wondered, with an amused smirk, how much better he had gotten with fishing from all this time. Giving a gentle pat to Aidan's neck, it was the signal to tread forth in the snow. The trio would head in the direction of the village, at a slow but sure pace.
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