a glimpse of the past

While Rava was proud of all of her children (biases and low bars aside) Saia was easily the most similar to her mother. While Rava would never have favorites, her love for each child was different. Not in quantity at all, but in appreciation for their differences. All four were distinct individuals that she loved deeply. With Saia turning out the most like her. Rava felt like as she neared her secondbirthday, it was time to reveal where she came from. What her name really meant, and why her mother was the way she was.

That task had its own challenges. Rava had to muster all of her self discipline and courage to even broach the topic with her daughter. However, even if she was vague, Saia was eager to please and humor Rava in whatever way she could. With her cloak wrapped around her, and a pack full of supplies, including an extra fur for warmth, she led Saia to the desert.

Her dainty paws brought them to the edge of the expanse of sand, the sun was headed towards the horizon. The heat was still uncomfortable, but the warmth of the sand would help them traverse the landscape one night and the air lost all of its heat. She took a deep breath and looked up at her daughter. ”Are you ready?” Likely Saia didn’t have much of an idea what she needed to be ready for. ”It’s not an easy journey, but I want you to see.”