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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 4:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 4:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 4:51 pm
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Safura sat quietly in the open, staring down the open path that lead into their home. She was sure that it was the right day that they would arrive. The day she had seen in her vision, which brought her all the way back to her childhood home where her sons had been born. Where she was happy with Kosoko before the mountain took it all away from them.
She contemplated not coming back at all, even going as far as to ignore the vision she had at first. But it would always resurface, more vivid and colorful before her eyes as she slept and woke. Eventually she gave into it and came back here, her mind reeling at the idea of what it had presented to her. How could she, someone with no ruling experience and little desire to do so, be able to bring a pride back from death?
Despite the impossibilities of her vision, here she sat waiting. She glanced back occasionally at her sons, who retained no memory of this place, playing in the snow that covered portions of the forest floor. It was their first time seeing the snow, and while she too hadn't seen the snow so often as she grew up, she had seen it.
"Where are you two...," She murmured to herself, glancing back and forth between Tiggi and Rook chasing themselves between snow piles, and the open path before her.
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