Islana and Ch’Truta - Part 1

OOC: JP with mdman and Cindy

Islana was glad the meeting with Silina had gone well. She had been a little unsure if it would but the other young woman seemed to be loyal to the Twins, the Ozainae and the cause.

The sun was now drifting to that spot where the morning glow had lifted, but it hadn't reached the peak of mid-day. It was mid morning, time to see how the day was progressing outside of her pavilion.

The redheaded leader first greeted the Skelep, as she did each morning. Giving the spirit of the desert a gentle pet. "I hope you are not too far out of your element where we are going, good friend." Islana quietly said. The creature's head stretched just a little more into her hand. "I know you're here either way."

Her green eyes took a glance around, with this being the last day before moving on, the Horde was a buzz with activity. People all preparing for what lie ahead, as best they could anyway.

The site of Ch'Truta's tent near her own made her smile softly. Her feelings for the man though were a complicated manner. She wondered if he fully understood just how complicated.

The Ch'Truta Islana had come to care for, had a warmth about him, a caring quality she wondered how many others had seen. He was intelligent. The man from the swamp understood her, which had caught the young woman by surprise. He was trustworthy, loyal. Nothing about any of it should be difficult but circumstances made it such.

For right now, things had to be as they were but circumstances changed all the time. They were moving- changed circumstances. Headed to war - that definitely changed things. And when they reach the Winter Passage Islana will pass into another age of being alive. Everything was changing all the time, it seemed.

Her eyes then went towards where the more recently acquired horses were. The young leader had already trained her other advisors in riding them and they had practiced enough to be decent at it. Now, one more horse was added to the group.

Islana made her way towards Ch'Truta's tent and said loud enough he could hear. "Ch’Truta, are you in there?”

Ch’Truta had been meditating. He knew he hadn’t the supplies he needed to hear from the swamp spirits, but he thought maybe they’d reach out if he just concentrated upon them.

He had no success. Why wouldn’t they reach out to him despite not having the supplies? Wouldn’t they still attempt to lead him? Or, had they led him to Islana as the one now serve. Why would the spirits abandon him? A man of the great swamp?

That’s when he heard the most beautiful sound to his ears. It placed a smile upon his face. Reaching for his spear, Ch’Truta stood and hurried to the front of the tent. Opening a flap, Ch’Truta stuck his head outside.

“Yes, Sister Locust,” he greeted her in case others were around. “I am wholly at your service.”