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09-15-2013, 08:33 PM
 Sleep. It had been evading her for a while now. The safety that she was supposed to feel in these lands had started to dwindle with the invasion which had currently happened. She still hadn't got used to her home here. There were always wings flapping above, but they were not the wings of her hawk. Rasta was definitely beginning to feel forever alone. She did not have her companion anymore. She did not have anyone who understood her. And so her life was beginning to start again. She needed to find a way to start over. She needed to find a way to really begin this new life that she was going to have to accept. She had needed to leave her family behind, and the memories din't fail to keep her awake at night. So, she decided to start wandering around the lands where most of the other herd members seemed to be sleeping. She would have time to herself. She would be able to contemplate just what was going on. And, so she started to try and memorize the lands as she had done to her river covered lands in the north. The sands made everything feel the same, and she always seemed to end up coming back toward the fire in the middle of the lands. Like a moth she was drawn to the flame and the warmth of its tendrils as it rested against her flesh in an attempt to comfort her. But, she kept moving. Her frame lingering a bit farther out and turning toward where a grove of trees was. Trees and water. Perhaps now she could quench her thirst and attempt to lay down and sleep again. Exhaustion had taken over completely. That didn't matter, though. She just kept pushing forward and forced her legs to keep moving. She could feel a pair of horses near the tree, both of them with massive wings. But, she didn't say anything. She didn't want to disturb them if they were asleep. Instead, she just stood by the water and allowed her crown to dip into the cool liquid to take a drink and quench her thirst. And then, allowed her sad gaze to peer out into the horizon, memories flooding her brain. Alone with half a soul... 383 words lol. rasta thinks he's still asleep |
