A R A H

I never live in the past like the forsaken.

Trailing after Tilney she knew that it was time for her to help. The land that was her home needed their assistance and she would be apart of the team that cleaned her up. They traveled for sometime until they eventually reached the endless blue, it made sense the doe supposed, starting on the outer reaches of Helovia and they'd work their way in. Stopping beside Tilney, she smiled politely at Alysanne and nodded towards the other mare who'd arrived with them. Queen Alyssanne, who had beat them there, was already picking apart the moss and bone and begining her own pile. Arah turned and took a few steps of the Queen in order to begin her own work. Wynter joined in, helping separate the bones and moss. The silver doe only stopped when she heard Tilney looking up to remove his prized green cloak, spread it delicately beside the gradually growing pile and then begun to scrape the bones into it. "Man naw nin emel." The words would be understood by her lover, but she then smiled and concluded, "mín shall puig ha ir mín rinn-" The doe uttered to the stag, her words soft and her lips caressing the smooth coat of his shoulder.

Returning to her small pile she began to work on scraping off the caked down moss and seaweed, grimacing as some threatened to stain her coat. The bone collecting was not pleasant work, if fact it was rather disheartening. There was little joy to be found in the work they conducted, so she remained silent as she shifted through the piles of moss and bones. Instead she distracted herself by thinking about Maude and what their daughter was doing as they cleaned. Hopefully a task that was not as unfortunate as hers. Mostly the bones she found were nondescript, bones were she could not tell who or what they had belonged to. It certainly made their work a touch easier, being unable to know just what kind of creatures they were collecting.

As she found them, Wynter either dragged or flew the remains to the pile gathering in Tilney's cloak. 'Transporting that is going to take all of us.' Arah thought as she studied the large pile. Brining over some of the large bones herself she nudged the onto the cloak and the stoped, taking a breath. Wynter landed beside the pile and added one last tiny remain. Laughing at the griffins effort she nodded. 'Verui man dilthen er.' Arah nodded to her companion and then turned to the others, wondering if they'd collected enough.

Man naw nin emel - Good idea my heart
mín shall puig ha ir mín rinn- - We shall clean it when we return.
Verui man dilthen er - Very good little one