She slips silently through the veins. Something seemed to be amiss, and though she couldn't place it, she felt on edge. The rumors had been flying for weeks, yet now they had intensified, speaking of shadows that ate, breathed, killed, and though rumors were usually easy enough to be dismissed, Ki'irha couldn't help but allow them to stir quietly in the back of her mind. It was a funny thing, finally coming back to reality, only to be taunted by the fact that you had missed so much, with so little time to fix the breaks and bandage the wounds, before everything went to shit again.
The night was unusually dark this eve, but her star-speckled hide still manages to reflect what was left of the light, and the glittering inlay pressed within her crown casts the palest light against her brow. She kicks a stone, hears it skitter down the cracked path. It breaks the uneasy silence, and ears perk to hear any reaction to the noise.
Proceeding forward, she sees a trace of white on a hock, follows it up the shadowed silhouette obscured by the darkness, eventually finding a painted face. Her eyes adjust, nostrils flare, trying to drag in even the slightest hint as to who she had joined. Head tips, horn lowers ever so slightly incase she were wrong, and eyes narrow as she attempts to see further.
"Sialia?" Could it truly be Sialia, the woman who she had served beside for so many seasons as corporals? She remembered the blood, the sweat, the anger, the pride, and wondered what had transpired before she had left. Was Sialia still a guardian of the north? Or had she slipped away, as many had, beneath the blanket of night?
She trots forward, head high, thrilled to see a sister of war. "It's me, Ki'irha, it's been too long!" Stopping, she lets a smile grow upon her lips. "How have you been?"
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