Thread: Home is Where a Restless Heart Roams

For the span of several days, she'd followed a strange combination of lore, heart and blind instinct to guide her on this journey of finding one's self, one's heritage, and at the moment, some shade from the sun's blistering heat. I've heard the stories of Cutter's tribe crossing the desert, I'm just wondering how the old wolf chief managed to get everyone across in one piece.She mused to the great shaggy beast at her side who merely yawned his response while his nose was ever pressed to the loose soil beneath their feet. Sand, she recalled her mother calling it. Hours later, as the heat continued to climb, both elf and wolf finally sought shelter by an outcropping of rocks that seemed to come alive with several small lizards darting to a safe height to peer down at two strange trespassers in the unforgiving desert wilderness. Neither hunter had any drive or energy to try and make a meal out of the small creatures as they tried to wait out the worse of the heat. Finally though, they realized that there simply was no waiting out the worse since it seemed to go on forever and with a grunt of determination, Trueshot got to her feet and sent to the wolf who had been her sole companion since she'd started this half-strung journey of hers. Come on, I'd rather die on my feet trying rather than die laying down like some frightened prey thing. The desert can't go on forever, right? We're bound to hit the sun village soon. She sent to the exhausted sable wolf as he padded after her. When it wasn't trying to cook them alive, this treeless wasteland seemed intent on trying to freeze them as the nights proved to be the perfect polar opposite to it's brighter counterpart. Trueshot was thankful for her wolf friend's presence during those times, but it did little to ease the trouble in her heart as the two settled down for the night. Her water was down to half a skin, and her dried meat was even less as she slipped Dancer a piece of dried meat and then settled her weary head against his side while his great shaggy tail covered her up to protect her from the night's chill. The next turn of the sun found them both slow to rise and even slower to move out. Sand's so thick, it reminds me of snow.. She grunted as she suddenly pitched forth and for a moment, could almost imagine herself back within the deep green of the forest with the familiar sounds of treewee's playing up in the trees, squirrel's chattering about lost nuts and birds of every kind talking about nest making business. Yes, it had to be snow she was in and these past few days a dream, a strange and bizarre dream brought on by one too many dreamberries on an empty stomach. Only, she couldn't remember snow being warm or even tasting so foul, never slaking her thirst despite how much she tried to eat it. Well, this is a fine mess..She groused as she pulled her head up from her last attempt to eat the snow-that-was-not-snow and spat the grains from her mouth. Maybe this is a lesson in listening to one's elders, eh, Dancer?She tried to laugh only to cough and succumb to gravity's pull on her head while her wolf-friend merely whinned and pawed at her, nipping at her to try and rouse her to get up. Leave off, I'm done for, friend. I only ask that you forgive me for dragging you along on this foolish quest of mine. She apologized before falling silently.