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It had been a long, long time since she had done anything with just her mother. Forays to hunt and gather food like this she usually did with Lavanda--they were a good team, perfectly balancing each other out for whenever the odd monster or wildlife attacked them

But Lavanda had gone, where exactly he hadn't said but the look in his eyes told her that he wouldn't be back for a long, long time. If that's what he wanted to do, however, then who was she to stop him? A part of her had wished he had asked her along for the thought of traveling was an exciting one, but that was his decision to make.

Which meant she was now with her mother. Miel was seventeen summers now making it nearly a decade since her brother had first found her and brought her back to the Kha clan and there was still a degree of awkwardness with which she regarded her mother.

Miel loved Namuunaa, of course. And she knew Namuunaa loved her in turn but...

Well. She wasn't really sure what it was. She knew she had once had a problem with a mother figure in life but that was a long time ago and she was well over it.

Completely over it.

"Got another one!" She exclaimed when the end of her spear struck true. She pulled it back to reveal a pierced fish still struggling in its death throes.

She had never gotten the hang of a bow and arrow---hitting something from a long distance was not in her skillset--but like this? She could help bring something in.

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Suns turned to moons, and moons turned to two years. The day never came when Miel ran away, though she had thought heavily about it many times during that first year and a half. No one would think it for by the time the next winter had come Miel was a child of nothing but smiles and who worked as hard as anyone.

Jovial perhaps to even a disturbing point for never did it seem to falter, never did that shine leave her eyes. In time she made an almost full recovery from her brush with death...almost.

The pneumonia had left a permanent mark on the Raen, sometimes giving her bouts in which she'd have difficulty breathing--particularly whenever the campgrounds got too smoky.

Yet this never deterred the girl and she found salvation in the form of not only honing her body with training, but in learning the art of conjury from the very Mols that had saved her. In exchange, she taught them to read. Learning to manipulate the element of wind helped her to not only control that around her, but within her as well.

She never did remember her name, where she came from or how she had ended up where she did (or so she says) and while there certainly remained a strange level of distance that she kept with all but Lavanda she had grown friendly and seemed happy with her place among the Kha.

Which is why it was shocking to find one morning, as the first rays of sun were peeking over the mountains, that she was gone.


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Reticent

Nov. 19th, 2019 08:37 am
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It had been half a year since the little Raen child had been brought to the Kha clan. Her recovery had been a haphazard one, with the Mol healers neededing to tend to her multiple times over, and when the worst of her physical ailments had passed there was still much to be done about her mental state and lack of trust.

Some days were better than others. Some days she seemed to lose her progress. Some days she'd be quiet and obedient to an extreme--disturbingly so as if she had become some automaton and other days she would lash out with claws and teeth at anyone who came near her. She seemed to be particularly sensitive and vitriolic towards women and this extended to Namuunaa as well.

Fortunately Namuunaa was a woman of infinite patience and knew not to take it personally...doubtless there was a reason for that.

The child, now named "Miel" was also willful as they came. In an effort to rebuild her strength as fast as possible she would walk until her legs gave out under her, fight against the training dummies until her fists nearly bled, and once she was able to picking up whatever chores around the camp that she could.

In the past moon her voice had recovered enough strength for her to speak again, albeit it very quietly and in spurts. When asked about her name, where she came from, what she had been doing, who her parents were she had simply shrugged again and said she couldn't remember anything.

Today found her sitting on a grassy knoll, looking over the clan's sheep to make sure that none of them wandered out too far. Her arms were wrapped about her knees and pulled tight against her chest. She was still a thin thing, but a far cry from when she had been at death's doorstep.

Buttons — 03/28/2023 3:56 PM
"Ah, there you are."

Lavanda had only grown impossibly taller in the past six months, horns elongating and coming close to the final form of them. On his back was the familiar bow, in his hand two rabbits. "Mom said you left without a meal again."

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Protection

Nov. 19th, 2019 08:32 am
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Space Coco — 03/25/2023 7:45 PM
Day passed into night and there the early rays of sun began to show again. Namuunaa stayed with the little girl throughout it, doing everything she could to drain her mouth and nose, patting her back to shake it out of her longs, trying desperately to get some food in her.

She was barely conscious most of the time and the few moments she was was full of weak and delirious attempts to bite or scratch her.

Worrying about her was starting to be replaced with worry for her son. This blizzard had started to die down but who could be sure if he had made it?

As if the Mother was answer her prayed she heard the sound of multiple footsteps and there we was with two people behind him.

"Oh. Oh thank goodness."

Buttons — 03/25/2023 7:57 PM
Lavanda's face is red and raw from the wind, scarf soaked clear through to his hair, but he has returned as he said he would. "Is she...?"

He asks, even though he immediately bolts across to the fire and the small girl, hefting her back up to lean against his chest as he sits down, shucking the soaked robe to prevent the chill bothering her. "Hey, I'm back. I brought healers, they'll help you."

Space Coco — 03/25/2023 8:06 PM
Namuunaa smiles at her son and the sweet way he immediately goes to tend to the child.

"She's hanging in there. Miraculously." She watches with some astonishment as the girl seems to calm, allowing herself to lean back against Lavanda. She had been so fussy whenever anyone else tried to handle her.

She looks towards the two Mol and bows deeply.

"Thank you so much for coming."

The two smile at her, returning the bow and then move over to begin examining the child. They check her much as she had done when she arrived and talk to one another before she sees them begin to channel their magic. A soft glow surrounds both their hands and they lay them on the girl who begins to whimper and kick around.

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Buttons — 03/19/2023 11:30 PM
The wind whipped against his face, ruffling his hair and tossing the ends of his scarf that refused despite all efforts to stay tucked in to the neck of his robes. The boy huffs, breath making a small cloud in the air, and he attempts to shove the ends back in to the garments.

Once he's certain the scarf will stay in place, he returns his hands to the bow slung about his back, slipping it free from its holster and plucking an arrow from the quiver at his waist. With careful steps he makes his way through the plains of the Steppe to a copse of trees.

The snow would begin falling soon, he could practically taste it on the wind, and he was hoping to find a little bit more game before it did. His mother had not necessarily asked him to, but he knew that if his father were with them he'd be hunting until the first flake fell.

So that is why the boy finds himself so far from camp, slipping between the roots and gnarls of the barren trees, searching for tracks.

He finds the small steps of rabbits in the frost, and they seem fresh. He knocks an arrow, and proceeds deeper in to the pocket of trees, green eyes wide and scanning for the rapid movement of a winter hare.

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