Brilliant Mulgore sun slowly warmed his face, tugging him from a gentle, dreamless slumber. The past several nights had all be filled with normal, healthy sleep, more than once he had even managed to sleep more than was likely needed. Pala, the Innkeeper, had toned down her rigorous feeding routing now that he had put on some more weight and muscle mass. His nightly walks from the Bluffs down to Bloodhoof and back were getting easier and shorter as he was able to jog at least part of the route, so long as his packs were light.
Since he had taken up the skinner's knife once again, he often stepped from the road to skin the hides from animals that younger Tauren had taken down and wastefully left to decay on the plains. The wastefulness pulled a sigh from him with each new body, but he was grateful for the extra practice. The work was easy enough, though he was often left with scraps, instead of pelts, due to the beasts' time spent in the elements. One the pelt and any usable meat was taken from the fallen animals, he called on the Earthmother, thanked her, and committed the rest of the body to flame, rather than letting it rot and bring disease to the area.
The relationship that he had with Her had changed as well; he actively sought to commune with Her from the physical world only, rather than venturing to the spirit realms. Revisiting old mentors, he helped the young prepare their own ritual saptas, asking only for a few extra ingredients here or there so that he might craft his own. They were simple mixtures, serving only to deepen his sight, as they had when he first set down the path of the Shaman. The world again bubbled with sounds that most could not, or would not, hear; Her voice came to him from a thousand places, the trees, the air, and the beasts.
His family in Ishnu Por Ah was doing as well as he could hope for, all things considered, though he felt just as distant as ever. The distance had been there, and been growing, for some time, and it saddened his heart to think on it too long, but it was almost always at the back of his thoughts. Many evenings were spent pondering whether it might be time to pass the mantle of leadership to another, perhaps to walk the world alone for a while. His lack of ties to the world is what drew him so frequently, and dangerously, into the spirit realms, however, and worry for repeating this mistake was much of what kept him from severing any more ties.
Losing Darba had affected him, far, far more than he wanted to admit to anyone, himself included. Seeing her a few weeks back brought out the worst in him, and he regretted all he said and did, fearing it only served to drive the wedge between them further. He wondered, frankly, if they could ever manage to be so much as friends at this point, let alone more.
Blinking repeatedly, he turned to gaze through his window, sighing deeply as he tried to quell the torrent of thoughts in his head. The sky outside was a brilliant blue blanket for as far as he could see. Bits and pieces of chatter, animals, and the other sounds of life drifted in through the window, open now, despite the distinct recollection that it had been shut before he went to sleep. Quit footfalls carried him toward it, breathing deeply of the fresh air. In the very corner of his vision, a strange shadow caught his attention, and he spun, drawing his dagger as he did so. Gold and silver eyes glinted as did sharpened steel, all focused toward a dim corner, in his chest, his heart thrummed like a caged bird.
"Step forward where I can see you better, and explain yourself, now!"
A young Tauren female cautiously stepped from the corner, a rose colored plainstrider stood just behind her. Eyes shone brilliantly, contrasting the dull scars that covered most of her exposed skin, a particularly fresh one drew the eye to her neck. She raised her hands to show she was unarmed, but she bore the trappings of a Hunter. Her voice, far more world weary than that of one so young should be, trembled as she spoke. "Please, put the dagger away. If I'd intended to do you harm, I would have done so while you slept."
His eyes narrowed and a growl rumbled low in his chest, muscles tensing, he motioned with the blade as he spoke. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
She shrank slightly from the sound of his voice. A quick hand darted up to her eyes, drawing away a glistening wetness there. "I... papa's dead. I had heard that you..." She swallowed heavily and blinked a few tears from her eyes, shaking her head. Her tangled mane made small clinking sounds from the trinkets there and she stared toward the ground as her voice came again, "It's me... Mala... I-"
"Lies!" Feren's voice boomed loud enough to startle himself as well as the girl. "Tell me where you heard that name!" Anger welled up from deep within, causing him to shake, his eyes glowed slightly as they ran over the pattern of scars on her hide. Rage bubbled within him, how dare this sorry thing use his sister's name.
Shrinking again from his voice, more tears came as she sank down to a ball on the floor. The beast that accompanied her drew close about her making odd, quiet squawking sounds. "It is MY name. Ren, I... I heard you had died too. And papa's gone." She trembled where she sat, tears soaking a path down her cheeks as she stared up at him.
His mind flashed through a thousand memories, his little sister, curled up in their home, crying, her knee skinned. The face was different now, harder, and the scars, so many scars, but the eyes. The eyes that stared up at him bore deep into his memory, and shock gripped him, causing the dagger to drop to the ground. His legs shook and gave out, dropping him beside the weapon, and he reached over, fingers touching rough, raised scars on her face. "Mm... Mala? Wha... I thought... but... those letters?"
Terror stiffened her body, seeing the hand come for her, but the moment it touched her skin she melted against it, eyes sliding shut, she leaned into his palm and cried. Her voice came out, quiet and shaking, between sobs, "I was angry. With papa, with you... No one came for me, just left me with that monster... I tried to find papa first, instead I found where his body rests... Then I, he.. I heard that you'd died too and... and..." She drew her legs up to her chest and hugged them, lifting her head to stare into his eyes. "I lost you both, all over again."
Tears had welled up and spilled from his eyes, their glow softened as he watched her and listened. Almost unconsciously he'd moved closer to her, cradling her face in both hands. "Shhh, shhh. I'm not dead, see? I'm right here." He pulled himself closer to her, closing his arms around her, and the two of them sat for several minutes, crying and holding one another. The rose colored strider merely regarded them with a cocked head, and the occasional prod with the tip of its beak. She was the first to pull back, snaking from his embrace, she wiped at her face, eyes red, and tried to steady her breathing.
"Ren, I'm... I'm sorry, for the things in those letters. When my memories came back to me, I," she swallowed, shaking her head, and looked to the ground. "I was so angry, with you, with papa, with everyone."
Again his hand reached out toward her, touching the raw, fresh scar on her neck, he started to speak, but she quieted him. "When I found papa's resting place, my anger burned even hotter, and I came to find you but... You were gone, the goblins I sent to find you said you were dead, to the North. At first I was angry with you both for dying before I could make you pay for what happened. I ran back to papa's bones, to desecrate them, but when I got there, I..." Hands, just as scarred as the rest of her reached out and took his, enveloping it within them. "When I touched his things there, I heard Her, just like papa said he did. Two words was all, 'Let go', but my anger left me, and I fell, crying next to where our father rests. I had lost my family, all over, I was alone again."
The nervous poking of the plainstrider caught her attention and she reached out to it, coaxing it to her side with a gentle hand, running her fingers over its feathers to calm it as she kept speaking, "Days passed, and one of the goblins I'd hired to find you told me you were here, in Thunder Bluff. I watched you, walking, but... I didn't think it was you. You looked so... so sick, so old and weak. You could barely walk to Bloodhoof, and I remembered my brother being able to run for hours on end. I kept watching you from the shadows, hiding every time I thought you might spot me. Last night though, I heard your voice, and.. and I knew it was you."
"Why didn't you approach me then?"
"I was scared, my mind and heart raced all over. I was angry with you again, I felt like I'd been lied to. It spilled over me, and I was afraid of what I might do if I came near you." Shoulders rose and fell with a deep sigh. "I ran, ended up at papa's grave again, though I'm not quite sure how I got there. I talked to him, plucked the little stray weeds that had grown up through the rocks there, cleaned the things that were left for him. It was late before I knew it, and well into the night when I made it back to the Bluffs. Pala would not tell me what room you lay in, so I snuck around outside, and started looking in the windows. I found your room, and climbed in. I couldn't talk, I could barely move, so I just sat there, in the corner, and watched you sleep."
A sigh came from deep within his lungs, and he sat there, just watching her for some time. His mind raced, hundreds of questions. His eyes traced over the scars on her body and a great sadness welled up inside him, but still he said nothing. The two of them sat in silence, both studying the other like they were trying to memorize every hair, every feature. It was finally his stomach that broke the silence, rumbling loudly in protest to its empty state, and a boisterous chuckle turned his solemn expression into a broad smile. "Maybe we should get some breakfast? I'm sure we can pack a few things up, find something quiet outside, and we can talk?"
Her own stomach rumbled in reply, and the plainstrider's head shot up with a 'Krraw?' in question. Nodding, she stood. "I'd like that. We have... a lot to talk about."
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