Qadam Viusa.

Rising came before daybreak, for the young leader. The Horde had been counted, as well as could be undertaken, they had crossed the 2,500 mark. Likely, closer to three it was difficult to get an accurate count. It was so large, it had been split in to several smaller groups all with their own leaders, and seconds.

Orders came from Sister Locust, to the advisors, to the faction leaders, sometimes to the seconds. These groups, for the most part, would be staying with the whole but their was Silina's group which would be headed off as soon as the Horde reached the winter pasture. Possibly one more group would be sent northward to meet and fight with the Odonine. Things yet to be determined.

She had spent the morning finalizing the plans, how they would move, when to take breaks, sending out a scouting party ahead, all of it important and a little strange, even after all this time, to know it all rested on shoulders that were her own.

With the Horde now fed from breakfast, packed, piled behind the leader with her advisors flanking her, on horseback. Islana jumped on her mount - the Skara, as Kathiak took to the sky.

The sun had reached the horizon, bright, warm and full of promise. Promise that would hopefully see them though the storms to come.

Sister Locust put her one arm up, giving a forward motion with her came the command: "Qadam Viusa." (Move Out).