Reminders of the Past

Kiela

All she could tell from these drawings was that they were old. Some were fully weathered away by time, others just barely clinging to the cave walls. Others somehow seemed as if they'd easily stood the test of time, especially the ones tucked further back in the cave, though with the dim light they were harder to make out. Kiela moved to her side to look, no longer uncomfortable with their proximity; Kiela felt she had a good enough idea of who Jynn was now that she didn't feel quite so distrustful of her. She was smaller than her anyway and Kiela felt she could hold her ground, not that she thought she needed to worry about such things any longer now.

Her words gave her pause. "You've never seen one?" The difference in herself and the inhabitants of Boreas was often obvious, but sometimes it still caught her off guard. "Caribou… they are sacred to my people. They live so we may live," she explained simply. The years when the caribou suffered so did her kin. Things here were different though, but she couldn't easily let go of her traditions. "My family, back home, tend to the caribou. Keep their herds safe. That is why I came to Boreas," Kiela finally explained. Still she looked over the drawings, noting the way her voice echoed, pinging off the weathered stone walls around her.

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