You dont have to try so hard

Ooc: takes place around the time Rhyme has found motif

Shed been maturing all winter, though it didnt feel like winter. Alma still was silent and her ravens were her constant alarm systems. They always knew what she wanted to do even without words. Maybe she was predictable though. It wasn't like she needed to not be though.

She declined against a tree as she observed wordlessly the sky and the surrounding area of her temporary home. Shed settled here when she discovered that she wouldnt make it home without endangering her life. She may not be happy with her family but she would never place the thought of her body laying dead in fire and fury in their minds. She sighed as her ravens started a cacophony of cawing, disturbing the quiet of the day. She was hungry, and with their racket she'd likely have no food yet again today. The prey was scarce and even more flighty than normal.

She looked up to the sky where they circled and caught sight of yet another bird. Her ears pressed. There was something familiar about the black raven, but she shook the thought away. Her father's birds wouldn't be so foolish as to brave the ash and smoke to fly so far from Abaven. As far as she knew though he was safe at the Rapids where her mother was buried. Her paws hurt and she sighed. She'd burned them trying to return home some time ago. They weren't infected but they still hurt now and again. She'd never been without a healer in her life, nor was she a healer, but she did her best to keep them clean and healing.

Her eyes fell to the land north. The bird couldn't be her father's. There was no need for the alarms so she ignored it for now. Alma rested between her forepaws quietly. She was still mad at Rhyme and shaye but with time it had dulled a little. Rhyme was still to blame for her mother's death and shaye even more so. But she didn't blame them as much as she did herself. Had she been a smarter child and had not left after her father that day she wouldnt of had to have the seizure or gotten her mother in trouble. It was truly in her head her fault her mother had left without so much as a word to any of her children. She kind of doubted that anyone even noticed that she was gone and unable to return home right now either. Rhyme was too wrapped up in poem and motif and Noir had been the only one to find her den location. She couldn't even tell she was part of Abaven anymore by her own scent. All she had smelled on herself lately was ash, burns, fire, and her companions.

There was no telling when the lands would calm and let her go home. Not that she really was in a hurry to return. At least now she didn't have to constantly hide and run to keep her home a secret.