Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within

I will not bow, I will not break;
Something seethed in the Judilian band leader, a calling she couldn't ignore. There were better resources here, but soon they would have to move again - not an easy feat with little ones to tote around. She hated jumping around from place to place like they were still on the run. The devil had already found them, though not for the purposes she had originally feared, Ultyr seeming to be somewhat changed since that fateful day. She would give him a chance, if only for the sake of the children and his lovers - her brother and Lailah. She would take the time to visit once the meeting was over, to check on the babes and see how Lailah recovered. They still had a bit of time, but Atreyu still felt the pressure upon her back to do something about a more permanent living situation.

They needed time to build stores, cultivate and raise livestock animals - provided their hunters could work together long enough to trap and tame them. It was one of several points she wanted to raise with her family and friends - and Ultyr, who wasn't quite a friend yet - something they needed to hear. The truth wasn't always so easy to tell, nor was it easy to hear. They were running dangerously low on food despite the efforts of her hunters to catch enough food for all. It would take time in this place to raise up that sort of stockpile, time they didn't have. Taking down prey day by day was all they could do for now, and while the hunters seemed to be actively trying, she thought perhaps they needed to take lessons from one another. She needed her fighters on par as well, needing everyone to hone their skills in any area they saw fit.

The seasons of resting were over, Atreyu needed everyone to be ready for what was to come. When she wouldn't be there to protect them, splintering off from the group in the aftermath of their birthday party. Another event they needed to be prepared for. It was nearly time to celebrate the Morningstar birthdays, an event Atreyu could hardly wait for even though she dreaded the anniversary of the Judilian genocide. Shaking her head, Atreyu finds a high point on a hill and sat regally before a small clearing. She sang out for the members of her band to come before her, even the little ones as they mattered too. The spotted leader needed to know who was still with her, it would be important in the coming months.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'