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Lote, 94 - Sunrise, hr 4    
Eternal Sleeper

He goes as fast as he came

Falling

Tumbling

Plunging

Into the floor

As if he could fall through.

Why does he wish to sleep

When he only just woke up?
 
Urnu, 94 - Sunrise, hr 4    
This world, it used to be so familiar. It used to mean family, safety, and happiness. But then the most important person in his young life died, and then.... then Mama insisted they leave immediately. As if they had to flee from something. Flee from what?
He shook his head, he couldn't get stuck on something so small. That was over a decade ago. He had to think about now. About the new tragedy that struck, except he couldn't even share his sadness. He was alone. Totally, completely alone. He had felt so angry before, and done things he normally would have been afraid to do. 
"Here be Bembul." He etches into the small rock, using it as a grave marker. He began to etch more into the rock. He wanted to express how much he missed her, how much she meant, and all of the great things she did in life. And then, he realized she hadn't done anything at all. Nothing but travel. Because she wanted to fid great things, to do great things. Except... she never did. And Bomrek realized that he, too, didn't do anything wonderful. The trip was a complete waste, and it only ended in his sister's death. 
Would Bomrek ever get back to normal? Would he ever regain those lost years? Of... of course not. No one would bother to teach him those things he didn't learn, or to love him as much so few had once done. All of those who were special died, or were left behind.
Bomrek stood and left the rock. He gazed towards the mountain in the distance, the place where where his siblings, mother, and more distant relatives resided. Would they ever want him back?
 
Naur, 94 - Before dawn, hr 2    
I love talking to the little mushrooms, especially to the ones who are small, like me. I like cleaning them and shoving them into my mouth, like 'Hiss' did to me when I could not clean them myself.

I do not like it when hard things fall from the sky and hit me. The littler ones cry a lot, along with the sky when it whines and moans.

'Hiss' makes happy faces to me. She does not make happy faces or sounds to the others.

I almost love her as much as I love patting my mushrooms.
 
Naur, 94 - Afternoon, hr 8    
She was happy to see him. It surprised her. His face was obscured at first by the branches of the apple tree she climbed through, but soon became clear. It was Tobar. She was sure.

...but, he was alone. Where was Kavo?

She hopped out of the tree, letting her wings carry her safely to the ground. He'd looked to upset. It was strange he had come down the mountain. It was even more strange for him to be without Kavo.

His face told the story - she needn't bother to ask; but, she did. She needed to hear it from him to be certain. Though he'd never spoken a word in his life, she understood most all he 'said'.

As Narin rested from a long day of searching for apples, she handed her brother a small stick to draw in the dirt what happened back home.  He drew with such detail, every person back on the mountain

It hurt to know her assumptions were correct - their Kavo had left the mountain, again, this time without Tobar or any inclination as to where he went.

Her anger grew steadily. How could her Kavo do that to his child? How could the three of them leave their children?

"He not Kavo...not a real Kavo..."

And she vowed right then and there - if ever a time came where she was to have pups of her own, she would be prepared. She would have a house for them, no wandering out into a dangerous mine when their first steps came; she would have plenty of food so they would never be hungry or starve; and, above all, she would want them...she would raise them, teach them that which she'd been forced to learn on her own or from her Sul-Ranis and Kavo, care for them, and never, ever, leave them.

Not like they had done to her, to Siana.

But, now here was Tobar. Hungry, alone, and probably lost.

She wanted to tell him to stay with them, to come back to Aella with she and Narin, to stay with the family. The mountain was growing quiet as time went on...so many lost. What once was alive with the sound of her siblings and kavi was quickly being taken back by that which gave them life, or so it felt.

She wanted him to stay, stay with she and Narin, collect apples and the sticky liquid from the craigs that tasted sweet, fry fish over a fire, figure out ways to make the broth taste better, go back home...

...why couldn't she say it?

Fear? Perhaps...knowing he'd never stay with them not knowing where Kavo went or why. Not wanting to set herself up for disappointment?..maybe. She couldn't say for sure. She had come to the grove fully prepared for him to be gone when they returned to the mountain...she made him a gift to remember them by. It was all she could manage.

She slept that night under the trees hoping, just maybe, he was happy with them. Maybe he would stay safe with them.

But, in the morning, Tobar was gone.

"Should we go after him?" Narin had asked.

"Yes...he'll be lost. He can't possibly know where he is or where he's going!"

...it was what she wanted to say.

But, she shook her head as she climbed back up into the apple tree, fighting her instincts to rush blindly off to find him. Tobar wouldn't want her to follow. Independent, strong...

And Narin...she couldn't drag him off to who knows where. He had a place back home. His Rani would miss him dearly. The family needed him.

"He be okay..." she'd replied.

"...I hope."
 
Lasse, 94 - Before dawn, hr 3    
I'm back! There they all are, in the same place as usual, except I don't see Zoan or Kanor or the beavers who aren't beavers anymore. But they were talking about going to Moonglade when I left, so that must be where they went.
It looks like I was all worried about nothing. Everybody did just fine without me, and they got rid of that Night Watcher bird too. Good!
Oh, Cita sees me. Oof! It would be easier to hug her back if I weren't carrying most of a bear! I'll put it down.
I didn't need to bring the bear, I guess. Animals have come back to the mountain while I was away. And there are new children too.
I shouldn't have left. But at least I'm back now. I won't leave my family again.
 
Lasse, 94 - Midday, hr 7    
Emerald had been hunting for only a year. She loved it, she loved feeling so powerful. She loved being allowed to hit things and let them cry without getting in any trouble. She loved to show her amazing skills to the local toddlers. But she still spent occasional moments finding herself wishing to return home. In many ways, her home was worse off then Nolja. They had no hunting and no mines. But it's little quirks is what made her feel at home. After a short while, a sense of homesickness forced it's way into her gut.
And then, before she could ask her father about going back, Daisy, Nolan, and Eli came. IT was wonderful! She hugged them, and was fast to show off her hunting. And then she was the first to see it, it was like a leopard, but bigger and white with black stripes. It looked so beautiful, peeking through the undergrowth at the two peafowl just killed. She pointed it out to Eli, and he managed to kill it easily. Emerald was confused. She was normally happy about hunting, excited about it. Why did that kill seem so... wasted?

 
Lasse, 94 - Midday, hr 7    
Emerald had been hunting for only a year. She loved it, she loved feeling so powerful. She loved being allowed to hit things and let them cry without getting in any trouble. She loved to show her amazing skills to the local toddlers. But she still spent occasional moments finding herself wishing to return home. In many ways, her home was worse off then Nolja. They had no hunting and no mines. But it's little quirks is what made her feel at home. After a short while, a sense of homesickness forced it's way into her gut.
And then, before she could ask her father about going back, Daisy, Nolan, and Eli came. IT was wonderful! She hugged them, and was fast to show off her hunting. And then she was the first to see it, it was like a leopard, but bigger and white with black stripes. It looked so beautiful, peeking through the undergrowth at the two peafowl just killed. She pointed it out to Eli, and he managed to kill it easily. Emerald was confused. She was normally happy about hunting, excited about it. Why did that kill seem so... wasted?

 
Khelek, 95 - Before dawn, hr 2    
Fluffies

The big, megestic cretures move along

Prwoling prowling prowling.

Daisy comes and smack the cat

Growling growling growling.

The fluffy falls and smacks the ground.

Silence, growing

Faster faster faster

The silence, it ends

As Daisy grins with pride.

Why shuld she be grinning,

When she has ended a life?

 
Khelek, 95 - Before dawn, hr 2    
Ruby had watched her older sister, Daisy, moments ago pulling back the string of her bow to let arrows fly at distant creatures. The bolts struck and killed them easily, "killing" being a concept that Ruby had only learned of that day. She had walked over to the body of a white tiger, a great creature she had never seen before, and stared silently, pondering its stillness, the blood coating its white fur, the eyes that never opened. She had never seen something die before that moment, and wondered where the animals were taken when they died. She knew that Dynn took all people when they died, but no one could say for sure what happened to the animals they hunted.

She had turned to her sisters and said, "I want to hunt. I want to be strong like Uncle Fenrod," remembering her dear uncle who had told her stories of his great battles against evil beings.

Her sisters now cheerily offered to find her some equipment more suitable for hunting so they could begin the lesson. Assessing her manner of dress, her sister Rose returned with an old leather helmet and a copper dagger to replace Ruby's childish seashell knife and hat of palm leaves. She donned the helmet with a look of grim determination, gripping the dagger in her hand.

Rose recommended that she start small, hunting field mice. Ruby watched the grass for movement, clenching her teeth in her focus, and - there, she darted forward and deftly stabbed her dagger into the body of a small mouse, killing it instantly. She paused.

Her sisters chatted idly behind her, one offering some encouragement that Ruby wasn't listening to. She picked up the mouse in her hands, inspected it as she had the tiger, watched the gaping wound pouring what little blood there was. She turned to her sisters and asked, "Was that good?"

The nodded and cheered her achievement, reminiscing of their first times hunting and how expertly Ruby would one day do so. She lifted the corners of her mouth in a half-smile, not sure how to feel but relieved that she had done well.

She said she was tired - surprisingly so, in fact, for how little effort it had been to hunt. The feeling of exhaustion, of being drained of energy, persisted all the same. She thanked them for teaching her to hunt and walked away to think and rest.
 
Kuile, 95 - Midnight, hr 1    
Poof!

The artificial sun,

Bright and suddun,

Comes in my eyes and blinds me for a moment

A woman in the light.

"Can I go poof,too?"

I ask the woman.

"It has been given to few people, a gift from an Elder."

"That Elder doesn't know how to share then."

Why can't I go poof too?

Go here

Be there

And back again

In just a flash of light?

I wonder who the others are

Who received this special gift.

I wonder if they realize

How lucky they are

To go here

Be there

In just a flash of light;

Who can go poof

Like the young woman from the sun.
 
Kuile, 95 - Midnight, hr 1    
“You must not go to Elsurea”


The thought had planted itself in her head when she was little more than a pup, and through all the moments of silence, all the furtive, inquisitive glances that went unanswered, through all the glares and the chiding of her otherwise unconcerned kavo.


“We have told you many times that it is dangerous to go there. We all love you very much, even when we are like stone.”


And she listened to every precious word that fell from the lips of rani and kavo and ra-kavo when they weren't stone, but their gazes so infrequently fell on her, after all she was the quiet, well-adjusted pup not industrious and wise like her older sister pup, or an excellent flyer like her sister's mate, not boisterous like her beloved twin, not worrying and stupid like the youngest pup. What she was was clever and attentive.


“You have to be patient...”


And she was most of all patient. Every spoken word, every motion of every clawed hand, every stirring and glance, coming and going was not lost on the little pup and she learned even though she was never shown.


“Enai will like you best even if we have to go far away because no one likes us anymore.”


And then the strangers came from Elsurea, and told her many things that made her wonder: is the Silent One here too, is it the reason why Kavo is getting so mean, is that the reason the warble have come here and the reason that everyone, one-by-one was becoming stone. Her kavi had died, despite her urging him to stay strong, and when he had died he had dropped something: a map that showed her exactly the one thing that she needed to know...


“It is about five days journey without resting, if you knew the way.”


She liked the one that stayed from Elsurea, she had left behind a sister-pup too, and she had had pups with her favorite sister pup. The nice Kavi made her a box, just like the one she had had in Elsurea. The girl could not understand why she would leave her sister:


“I still love her very much, I thought she would be happier if I left...”

"Tell them I love them, but that I never belonged there."


And then her twin, her beloved Enai, fell silent, for weeks, and then months, and nearly two years passed and her sister had hardly moved but for a few quiet moments only to fall immediately back into that stony stupor, and the pup, who wasn't much of a pup anymore started to understand what she had to do, not because anyone would like it, or because it was safe or even wise, but because it had grown inside her and she could no longer deny the need for that satisfaction.  The girl made a promise before she left, to tell the family of the one who had been kind to her that she still loved them.  She spread her growing, strong wings, and with one last leap from that stony precipice she murmured to herself to give herself courage as she soared until she was little more than a shadow in the darkened sky:


“Tonight I am leaving for Elsurea.”
 
Rosa, 95 - Midnight, hr 1    
My travels leave me with nothing.
I walked and climbed the three mountains west of our mountain... I expected to find some sign of the winged ones. This was not the case. I avoided the mountain Ariana fleed to long ago. I walked out far from some of the mountains trying to discover if they continued after a brief respite but found only ice. I found a small relatively new tent made on one of the mountains... It could have been Kendalyn's or maybe Ariana had moved mountain to mountain stalking our home...

My thoughts can't stay on the hunt and I am very worried. My children flit through my memory and my eyes lose the trail of beasts moving close to me. I wonder...

Yesterday - I landed on Ariana's mountain. A mountain completely different seeming than the traitorous witch who stood there. The land was beautiful. Its previous occupent nothing but treachery to the eye.

No sign of her.

Not a tent.

That means she's moving... But where to? Why? Why live somewheres in the lowlands... All they a lowland is, is an extended grave... A sunken hole of soft weak stuff, where your foot is sucked down with each step...

Maybe its fitting for one such as her to wander the wretched and ugly lands for all time... Maybe Death has caught her at last in some unknown region...

My children. Will any turn out to be like her?... Is it dangerous to tell them the secrets of our family, our mountain, our maps and stories?

Are they old enough to talk? Is Myrra taking care of them? What of Tecmessa? Just a corpse, starved and alone in the cold ground? Or full of life and love, with lightning in her eyes and fire in her steps...?

I need to get back and today I set my steps to home.

Home, arriving with no new tales and no clues to where the winged ones have taken flight to. My other daughter mysteriously roaming the open worlds.

Two questions and no answers. But home will comfort me a little. It must.


 
Lote, 95 - Sunrise, hr 4    
Burning Bright, The Fire Light

I stare into the flames

Wondering, pondering

What they think

As they burn burn burn.

Do they mean it when someone pokes them with his hand

Screaming, throbing, pain?

Or do they think

He just doesn't think

As he pokes them, annoyance.

I think that if they burn

My pretties to nothing

I might have to poke them, annoyance as they scowl

Like Nereth when I follow him

Into my own birthplace and he,too, scowls.



 
Lote, 95 - Evening, hr 12    
A Different Kind of Death

Another fluffy,

Different from the one Daisy hit,

Is prowling prowling prowling.

This one looks stranger

Than the other

Different, special, pretty.

Like the pretty that Dahl wears on her head,

But a different shade

With a different prowl.

It is spotted

Like leaves of the Nolja trees

Speckled speckled speckled.

A brownish background

Dirty dirty dirty

While it prowls.

And the white-head woman

Sorcha she is called

Comes and makes it smack.

A different kind of death.
 
Elen, 95 - Before dawn, hr 3    
It was over, nearly before it began.

As soon as the words "Elisa and Ra-Rani" fell from her lips Freyr dashed forward, striking the girl, barely more than a pup, down where she stood.

She tried to scramble away as best she could, Ysa had warned her, Ra-Kavo had warned her.

All the thoughts rushed in at once in that split second:

I'll never be able to tell Elisa that her kani still loves her most of all.
I'll never be able to tell Tasir or her children that she loves them and is sorry.
Nera... I'll never see Nera's smiling face agian.
Enai... I'll always love Enai most... I have to take care of Enai!
Ra-Rani don't let them take me away from Enai!

And the silence washed over her in a mass of blood and tears, tears she had been holding back for so long falling from dimmed golden eyes.  So ended the little girl who ran away from home, looking for a place to belong in that harsh, unforgiving world.

"You must not go to Elsurea."
 
Gurtha, 95 - Before dawn, hr 2    
The Little Maiden and The Tiny Mewlox

There once was a little follower of Maern that her Maiden called Lynn. She loved her Maiden and Maern very much. One day Lynn's Maiden taught her how to hunt. Lynn was a good girl so she listened to everything her Maiden said to her. Because she listened so well, Lynn quickly became very good at hunting. Lynn even had a bow that she made all by herself.
Lynn was very proud of her bow and often would go hunting while her Maiden watched. Lynn liked hunting the small bloodbirds, but what Lynn really wanted to do was to hunt Haunters just like her Maiden would. However, Lynn was a good girl. She knew that even though she thought she was strong that she would need to get a lot stronger before she could help protect the other little ones from the mean Haunters. So she practiced every day to get better at hunting.

One day Lynn was out hunting in the forest with other followers of Maern. Lynn knew that her Maiden liked it when she went hunting with others. Lynn liked it too because it was always more fun to do things with the other followers of Maern instead of being alone. Lynn aimed her bow carefully, remembering how to take deep breaths and take her time to aim for the perfect shot. She kept her back straight and held her bow just right. But just as Lynn was about to shoot at the bloodbird, a tiny Mewlox ran between Lynn's legs and she fell over firing her arrow high into the air and missing the bloodbird. Lynn sat up and was very angry. Her bottom hurt a lot from the fall, but she did not yell. She looked over at the tiny Mewlox and saw that it had begun to cry.

Lynn approached the furry Mewlox and stroked it's head. "Do not cry, little Mewlox," said Lynn, "For Maern has the power to protect all creatures that exercise control."

The Mewlox smiled at Lynn's kindness. It's tears dried up quickly and it seemed happier. It wrapped it's tiny furry arms around Lynn and hugged her tight. Lynn giggled as the other followers of Maern gathered around the new friend they made. Lynn and the other girls spent much of the rest of the day playing with the tiny Mewlox. They swam in Maern's Will and picked delicious bloodberries that they all enjoyed eating so much! Neither Lynn, nor the Mewlox, nor any of the other girls ever had as much fun as they had that day, but while they played they were being watched.

Haunters loved to eat Mewlox almost as much as they enjoyed terrorizing the followers of Maern and Bhall. And just as the girls realized that they had wondered too far from the watchful eyes of their Maiden the Haunter leaped from the bushes and began to circle the followers of Maern with the tiny Mewlox in the center of them all. Some of the girls let out a scream, but Lynn, who was a good follower of Maern, did not. She knew that Maern protected all creatures that exercise control. Lynn began to lift her bow and aimed at the Haunter, but again before she could fire the tiny Mewlox stepped between her legs and held up its arms to protect its friends. The Haunter snarled and sneered, as it locked eyes with the tiny Mewlox. Lynn was very scared, but she did not yell and she did not cry.

Just as it seemed the Haunter was going to attack the girls, dozens and dozens of Mewlox began to pour from the bushes surrounding the Haunter that terrorized them. The Haunter was overwhelmed immediately. Beaten by the combined might of the Mewlox. Lynn took the opening provided by the Mewlox and knocked her arrow back again. Taking deep breaths just like her Maiden taught her. She fired an arrow at the Haunter and pierced it's skull, killing the horror instantly. The followers of Maern and the Mewlox all cheered for their hero and Lynn smiled as well for it was true that Maern protected all of Her followers especially the ones that exercised control.
 
Gurtha, 95 - Before dawn, hr 2    
The Little Future Maiden and the Mewlox

There once was a little follower of Maern that her Maiden called Lynn. She loved her Maiden and Maern very much. One day Lynn's Maiden taught her how to hunt. Lynn was a good girl so she listened to everything her Maiden said to her. Because she listened so well, Lynn quickly became very good at hunting. Lynn even had a bow that she made all by herself.
Lynn was very proud of her bow and often would go hunting while her Maiden watched. Lynn liked hunting the small bloodbirds, but what Lynn really wanted to do was to hunt Haunters just like her Maiden would. However, Lynn was a good girl. She knew that even though she thought she was strong that she would need to get a lot stronger before she could help protect the other little ones from the mean Haunters. So she practiced every day to get better at hunting.

One day Lynn was out hunting in the forest with other followers of Maern. Lynn knew that her Maiden liked it when she went hunting with others. Lynn liked it too because it was always more fun to do things with the other followers of Maern instead of being alone. Lynn aimed her bow carefully, remembering how to take deep breaths and take her time to aim for the perfect shot. She kept her back straight and held her bow just right. But just as Lynn was about to shoot at the bloodbird, a tiny Mewlox ran between Lynn's legs and she fell over firing her arrow high into the air and missing the bloodbird. Lynn sat up and was very angry. Her bottom hurt a lot from the fall, but she did not yell. She looked over at the tiny Mewlox and saw that it had begun to cry.

Lynn approached the furry Mewlox and stroked it's head. "Do not cry, little Mewlox," said Lynn, "For Maern has the power to protect all creatures that exercise control."

The Mewlox smiled at Lynn's kindness. It's tears dried up quickly and it seemed happier. It wrapped it's tiny furry arms around Lynn and hugged her tight. Lynn giggled as the other followers of Maern gathered around the new friend they made. Lynn and the other girls spent much of the rest of the day playing with the tiny Mewlox. They swam in Maern's Will and picked delicious bloodberries that they all enjoyed eating so much! Neither Lynn, nor the Mewlox, nor any of the other girls ever had as much fun as they had that day, but while they played they were being watched.

Haunters loved to eat Mewlox almost as much as they enjoyed terrorizing the followers of Maern and Bhall. And just as the girls realized that they had wondered too far from the watchful eyes of their Maiden the Haunter leaped from the bushes and began to circle the followers of Maern with the tiny Mewlox in the center of them all. Some of the girls let out a scream, but Lynn, who was a good follower of Maern, did not. She knew that Maern protected all creatures that exercise control. Lynn began to lift her bow and aimed at the Haunter, but again before she could fire the tiny Mewlox stepped between her legs and held up its arms to protect its friends. The Haunter snarled and sneered, as it locked eyes with the tiny Mewlox. Lynn was very scared, but she did not yell and she did not cry.

Just as it seemed the Haunter was going to attack the girls, dozens and dozens of Mewlox began to pour from the bushes surrounding the Haunter that terrorized them. The Haunter was overwhelmed immediately. Beaten by the combined might of the Mewlox. Lynn took the opening provided by the Mewlox and knocked her arrow back again. Taking deep breaths just like her Maiden taught her. She fired an arrow at the Haunter and pierced it's skull, killing the horror instantly. The followers of Maern and the Mewlox all cheered for their hero and Lynn smiled as well for it was true that Maern protected all of Her followers especially the ones that exercised control.

 
Gurtha, 95 - Before dawn, hr 2    
Carrier Helper Helping

Another pretty to match

My gleaming, sparkling scarf.

Just like Sorcha's

But shaped different.

Instead of having two looong handels

I decided

Mine would have

One short handel.

And Nirod says I say it weird,

"handel"

He says it sound like this,

"handle, dummy!"

He scowls, I laugh.

Why does he think I care?
 
Gurtha, 95 - Before dawn, hr 2    
Carrier Helper Helping

Another pretty to match

My gleaming, sparkling scarf.

Just like Sorcha's

But shaped different.

Instead of having two looong handels

I decided

Mine would have

One short handel.

And Nirod says I say it weird,

"handel"

He says it sound like this,

"handle, dummy!"

He scowls, I laugh.

Why does he think I care?
 
Vasa, 95 - Sunrise, hr 4    
Little, stupid girl and little Nemo boy died today. I think their skins were too little too live in the snow.

I put moss over them to make them warmer. It hasn't worked yet. They haven't woke up and their eyes are gooey.
 
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