We try as we may

*Vahva* · 02-19-2014, 11:48 PM

Battered, bruised, and broken she would trek across the lands with a healing left leg that would scar over and a right ear that had recently been tattered. It was scabbed over, smothered with the selected herbs she knew herself to treat with. And she desperately wanted to return to the old lands of her home. Erani had offered her a healing position in the new pack she was creating in valhalla's stead. She had half a mind to accept the position, but then the other was fearful, very fearful. She could hear itu yelling at her in her head. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.
"Mother. Can you hear me?" Vahva asked out loud, distraught as she looked at the sky. Was night watching her? Judging her? What did others think of her now, she knew Colman hated her. There was no way to erase that memory of the rage in his chest on how mad she had been to lose him. But she didn't want him to end up in Glaciem, but he had. Fallen into those clutches. And where was she, she sighed and lowered her head, pulling her scabbed ear painfully back.

Speech,

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