a glimpse of the past

Saia wouldn't question why Rava had asked her and her alone to the deserts north east of their home. She could assume that Rava could have had separate trips with her siblings. But she didn't. She almost knew this was a trip for her and her mother to take. She couldn't know why, but she felt that same connection to Rava as she had for her. She did stick close to her mother's ways, she had since she was born. She wouldn't know the length of what Rava saw in her each day per her namesake.

As they made their ways into the sands, Saia stopped alongside their mother before they would head on. She looked across the wavy terrain of the cooling deserts, squinting just a little from the still bright sun and shining sands underneath. She didn't wear a cloak as her mother kept, but she did carry some of her own supplies and a pelt as well. Better to carry her own weight and honestly she would carry her mother's too. She looked at Rava as she asked, "Yeah." Showing the smallest of smiles that was typical for her, still genuine though as her family would know. She wouldn't say much else, just giving her those subtle cues to let her know she was ready for the journey. And while not prominent, she would be honored too. More as their time in the desert went on.

"Saia"