Cirala had returned, much to her own shock and chagrin. When the panther and Elysia had left she had followed, they all she really had in the world. It had crossed her mind that Satu ought to probably know where she was going, but last she had heard of her sister the woman had found their cousins, she would be alright. As for her brother? well he had made his feeling clear. Elysia was gone though. The woman Cirala had given up everything for had up and left her, how very typical. So too had Kus seemingly vanished and once more finding herself free to wander Cirala could think of only two places to go.
Ahlon had changed, much had shifted. Her aunt and uncle were no long in charge, leaving instead her cousin Lyric. Lyric had been kind, to a point making it clear that would allow Cirala back into the fold so long as she did not go running off again. A promise the dark woman could not make, especially after she visited with her mother, the poor woman? Her mother was old, seemingly growing senile and had given Cirala the biggest guilt trip of her life.
She couldn?t stay there, the clinginess of her mother was suffocating and so she had excused herself again, with as much grace as she could muster. That left only Alacritis. So it was that the woman had grudgingly returned to the lands. The lands themselves held nothing in particular for her, nothing except some less than pleasant memories. But she knew it, well enough anyway. With the warm summer sun beating down upon the poor dark woman she trudged dutifully through the field of rocks, hazel scanning for a boulder big enough to give her the shade she needed.
Finally Cirala found a spot, with a sigh she flopped onto her side. For a moment she scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement then resigned herself to the rest she so needed. Lids dropping she lay he head upon the ground and breathing one more breathy sigh, let herself nap.
"Speech"
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