Mohana sighed and absently clawed at the earth underneath her paws. She was resting in the shade of one of her favorite trees and wondered absently if one of her daughters might visit. She wished they would, though Mo had to accept the fact that they were fully grown now and had lives and priorities of their own.She had spent so much of her time looking after them, cherishing them, and protecting them that she was now at a bit of a loss. She didn't know what to do with all of her time. Mo did her duties and responsibilities as an artisan, singing and dancing when she was asked to. It was an enjoyable pastime, but obviously something was missing. Mohana loved being a mother and wished that her daughters were a little younger so that she might care for them some more.
Bipin, her faithful companion looked up from his place curled at her sighed.
"You really must find something to do. Sitting here and sighing is not only irritating and making it difficult to nap, you look miserable. Go out and find something new," snapped the little ratel. He was always blunt and a little grumpy, but Mo loved him still. And sometimes his advice was actually worthwhile.
"I suppose you are right," said Mohana. "Perhaps I should pray and seek the guidance of the Gods. They might offer me some perspective."
Leaving her cranky little companion to his nap, Mo strode off to find a place to pray.
