The Reunion. (Solicah)

[Wyndivere Moondirge]

1st day of summer

Kava's smooth muscles moved slowly beneath her. They had given up running. Her strider, though swift, was tired as she was. So they walked. Wyndivere was hungry. Her belly ached for home, for family. Her eyes closed, she felt the slow breeze blow small wisps of Kava's mane against her cheek. Wyndivere's was leaning forward, her face against the base of Kava's neck. Her fingers were wound and tangled in Kava's white hair. Wyndivere had given up on finding her way home. But Wyndivere's nature would not allow her to cease her search. She had resigned herself to death among the grass, but even in the face of death, she could not rest her ambitions for home. Her hope was lost, but her determination was not.

She thought of her sister. She wondered if she was still alive. If she was, what was her state? What had that storm done to her? Or perhaps she was lost to the grasses as was Wyndivere. But then her sister would surely be dead. She did not think so much of her mother. Her mother could handle her own, and she was not responsible for her mother. And what of Solicah? He was her closest friend and relative. What had come of him? The last that she had seem of him was right before the storm when he and others had gone running from Riverfall to help. He had ordered Wyndivere to stay behind. As if he could order Wyndivere to do anything. She wished that she had listened to him however. Her pride had been her downfall, and now here she was. Starving and lost. Had it truly been an entire season that she had been lost to the grasses? She would not, could not, have made it that long without her beloved Kava who had saved her and taken her to shelter just before the storm had hit. “Beloved Kava” she whispered into the ear of her Strider companion. “I am ever indebted to you.” Tears dripped off her nose into her beloved's mane and she gently fell to sleep, ever trusting that she would be carried and would not fall.