The tall, muscular woman put a hand to her forehead to shade her eyes as she looked into the sky, watching intently. Her tonuge protuded slightly from her mouth as she concentrated on the object in the sky that she was watching float on the wind. She quickly put her hand back down to grab the spool of twine that an invisible gust of air threatened to rip it out of her strong grip.
Now dual gripping the small spool with both hands she worked to keep the moth shaped kite from flying erratically and possibly crashing to the earth. This went on fore some moments until the unseen force let up and the beautiful contraption resumed quietly floating on the light currents.
She sighed happily and softly smiled as she remembered the children who had given her the kite. The first kindness she had met with in some months. She wasn't sure where she was in the land at this point after wandering so long. Her lips reshaped themselves into a slight frown as she remembered that she had still not met herself even though she had desperately tried.
The tan skinned woman had left her camp near Staddle what felt like many months ago due to a sudden urgency to find herself. She hadn't even told her one friend, the shabby, starving, man. However she hadn't forgotten about him and hoped that her gift had made it to him via the young buck.
She shrugged and rolled her shoulders. Perhaps she should quit wandering and find a path, whether it be right or left, she did not care. Things were happening with in the lands and she aimed to be a part of putting a stop to the darkness. That much she knew of herself.
