Rebuilding

*Ara* · 03-20-2015, 10:58 AM

Though Ara would be leaving soon to go south, to search for her parents and her youngest brother, she still felt the need to wander. Perhaps she wanted to ensure she was strong enough to make this journey (though she knew she would have no problems), for she didn't know how far they might have to travel. Or maybe she was just restless, slightly afraid of what she might find when she did find the missing members of her family. Would her parents be doing well still? Or would she find that their health had deteriorated even further? How was Steel doing, taking care of them? The thoughts flooded her mind as her paws carried her away from home.

The scent of the young forest was refreshing as trees seemed to sprout to and fro, the land shifting as she moved. The air seemed fresh and clean here, with an air of youthfulness that she found refreshing. The trees, though clearly young, provided adequate shelter from the sweltering summer sun. Though she was used to the heat, having lived on the flat range for most of her childhood, some days still seemed impossibly hot -- especially in the middle of summer. Her jaws unhinged, tongue lolling from her mouth as she panted softly as she journeyed onward.

It was surprising when a familiar scent found her nose. How was someone that she knew here? Slowly she would tilt her head to the earth, testing the scent more thoroughly. It took her a long moment to recognize it. It was a girl from her childhood. She remembered her as someone interested in healing, and though they had only met once, she had left an impression on her. Ara wondered if she had grown to be a healer after all. With her nose twitching gently, she trailed after her scent, spotting the woman a good distance away. She was significantly older now, though was familiar nonetheless. "Hello?" she'd call out warily, curious as to why she was here, and surprised she had ran into her without meaning to, and after so long too! "I'm not sure if you remember me," she began a bit hesitantly, her ears twitching, her stance carefully poised as though she might flee if the girl did not want her around -- or didn't remember her at all. "But we met once, when we were much younger. I was collecting lavender." Would the mention of the plant spark her memory? She couldn't help but hope so; she'd felt a sort of connection with her, and though they had just been kids, she hoped the connection might still be there.

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