Her father had looked like the way she had always remembered him, and it was as if she was stepping into the past once again, and coming back where she had originally left off. Seeing her father again had strangely made it seem like her journey out into the wilderness was not long but very short, as the time had already arrived to where her wanderlust was enervated and she was satisfied enough to make the journey back home. However, Asha didn't leave the lands for any old reason just to wander — there had originally been a very good reason as to why. Jaya had sent her a series of dreams and flashing scenes in her mind that revealed troubles with the original AniWaya tribe that didn't follow. The first time it seemed like they had been plagued by some sickness, and now, it was simply the change in weather that had them struggling a little. That, and Aiyanna was surely having her hands way more full than she realized. After Asha had left, she had no idea that Aiyanna, at some point, had made a journey to the very AniWaya lands that were here.
Seeing the gesture in which his russet hued arms outreached to his daughter perched high upon her steed, and not to mention the command given to where she wouldn't be able to get out of giving him a hug even if she had a plan to evade it, there was a joyous chuckle that reverberated in her throat as the Ayastigi wasted no time to leap off Aidan and then lunge to dive right into Dawali's embrace. Aidan had given a soft whinny, as if commenting from the peanut gallery on how much Asha had missed Dawali throughout her journey. And this was no exaggeration, for everyday that happened to pass, she had wondered how Dawali had been holding up with the tribe, how he was doing with himself. Snuggling right into his embrace, she buried her face and muzzle into the many dark braids of his hair, and lingered in his arm. Oh, it was certainly so good to see and feel Agidoda again! As her connection with Aidan and Jaya had been one that was fulfilling and close, there was certainly nothing closer than a father and daughter bond. Nothing closer than someone who was of your own blood, someone from which you descended from. Dawali was the only individual in her life right now to which she was physically and mentally tied to, and vice versa. The two had to stick together, no matter what at this point. Her sister was beloved as well, but who knew where her sister was off to now. She was fulfilling her own dreams and aspirations. Asha knew Aiyanna had also loved Dawali just as much, but Asha had a distinct bond with Dawali at this point that was spirited. They were all that they had of their own lineage at this point, in the present time.
Remaining buried in his embrace, Asha tightly hugged Dawali like an anaconda squeezing the life out of its prey. She didn't want to let go at any point yet, even if it was suffocating poor Agidoda to death. At his words of old cranky father, Asha mumbled a reply against his braids. "Old cranky father? Okay, yeah, you're getting somewhat old, but what's with the crankiness part? Cranky and Dawali don't seem to mix too well in the same sentence."
She noted, as it was said in half amusement, half concern.592
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