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Saun 1, 718
It had been an uneventful morning so far in Desnind for Qit'ria and Caz'aria. They'd woken up, Qit'ria fed Caza, then ate some leftover venison and vegetables that her father had cooked. He was heading back out into the community totrial, wearing his grey cloak. It made Qit'ria delighted to see him getting back into the duty he loved so much. This was the first full trial Qit'ria would have unattended with her child. It was nice, she was not used to having anybody wait on her hand and foot, and didn't particularly care for it, even if it was Yeye doing it.
Caza was changed, swaddled up in a blanket, and Qit was carrying in her arms as she left the house. She made sure to hold her at just enough angle to see the world beyond her own face. Yeye said that Caza probably couldn't see much at her young age, but Qit'ria didn't care. She didn't want Caza to be so spoiled and attached by only seeing her mother's face. She would be raised to see and love the forests just as Qit did. The little girl smile, as if to agree with Qit's thoughts, and she bent down, nuzzling the baby's nose with her own.
She moved through town, doing her best to ignore the stares of the other Desninders. The roaring birth, the alterations to her face, truly made her stand out in the community, so the stares were no surprise. She didn't care though. Let them stare, they were just afraid of her. As they should be. Her father wasn't afraid of her, he loved her all the same, after everything that had happened. He was just happy to have his daughter home.
She made her way to the nearby coast. Ever since Caza was born, which was only 12 trials ago, Qit had been feeling a deep, yearning desire to be swimming. She wondered if it was a part of what her spark had done to her during the birth. It had lashed out and changed her drastically. But walking toward water simply felt right. Once she arrived at the coast, she saw that that the waves were especially calm. She smiled and approached, slowly gliding over the pebbly beach. Saun had arrived, and with it more light and heat, coming from the north.
She sat in the gentle surf, not minding that her loincloth was soaked in the process. She relaxed there, letting the water gently slide up and down her thighs, basking in the sun, keeping Caza turned away from it, closer to her chest. But as each wave ebbed out, with it a part of her desire to swim went. She needed to swim, badly. But leaving Caza here alone was a death sentence, she was small enough that even a hawk could take her. Qit looked out toward Moseke's landing, seeing a flutterbus there that had just landed.
Qit was always scared of those when she was younger. Not of the creature itself, but flying upon it. It never came up as an option, but it still terrified her, thinking about flying through the air like that, with absolutely no control of your life. If that creature rolled, or bucked, or just died in the air, so would everyone else upon it. That was a level of control that Qit could not give up easily. At least if a boat went down, she knew how to swim. She watched as some people came down the steps of the landing, approaching the randomized sandbars that were sometimes present, sometimes not. It seemed today that the passengers were lucky, as a path to the beach that Qit'ria sat upon was available.
She turned her gaze away from them, closing her eyes and basking in the warmth, enjoying the feeling of the water against her and the stony sand beneath her. This wasn't so bad a way to spend the day.
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Saun 1, 718
It had been an uneventful morning so far in Desnind for Qit'ria and Caz'aria. They'd woken up, Qit'ria fed Caza, then ate some leftover venison and vegetables that her father had cooked. He was heading back out into the community totrial, wearing his grey cloak. It made Qit'ria delighted to see him getting back into the duty he loved so much. This was the first full trial Qit'ria would have unattended with her child. It was nice, she was not used to having anybody wait on her hand and foot, and didn't particularly care for it, even if it was Yeye doing it.
Caza was changed, swaddled up in a blanket, and Qit was carrying in her arms as she left the house. She made sure to hold her at just enough angle to see the world beyond her own face. Yeye said that Caza probably couldn't see much at her young age, but Qit'ria didn't care. She didn't want Caza to be so spoiled and attached by only seeing her mother's face. She would be raised to see and love the forests just as Qit did. The little girl smile, as if to agree with Qit's thoughts, and she bent down, nuzzling the baby's nose with her own.
She moved through town, doing her best to ignore the stares of the other Desninders. The roaring birth, the alterations to her face, truly made her stand out in the community, so the stares were no surprise. She didn't care though. Let them stare, they were just afraid of her. As they should be. Her father wasn't afraid of her, he loved her all the same, after everything that had happened. He was just happy to have his daughter home.
She made her way to the nearby coast. Ever since Caza was born, which was only 12 trials ago, Qit had been feeling a deep, yearning desire to be swimming. She wondered if it was a part of what her spark had done to her during the birth. It had lashed out and changed her drastically. But walking toward water simply felt right. Once she arrived at the coast, she saw that that the waves were especially calm. She smiled and approached, slowly gliding over the pebbly beach. Saun had arrived, and with it more light and heat, coming from the north.
She sat in the gentle surf, not minding that her loincloth was soaked in the process. She relaxed there, letting the water gently slide up and down her thighs, basking in the sun, keeping Caza turned away from it, closer to her chest. But as each wave ebbed out, with it a part of her desire to swim went. She needed to swim, badly. But leaving Caza here alone was a death sentence, she was small enough that even a hawk could take her. Qit looked out toward Moseke's landing, seeing a flutterbus there that had just landed.
Qit was always scared of those when she was younger. Not of the creature itself, but flying upon it. It never came up as an option, but it still terrified her, thinking about flying through the air like that, with absolutely no control of your life. If that creature rolled, or bucked, or just died in the air, so would everyone else upon it. That was a level of control that Qit could not give up easily. At least if a boat went down, she knew how to swim. She watched as some people came down the steps of the landing, approaching the randomized sandbars that were sometimes present, sometimes not. It seemed today that the passengers were lucky, as a path to the beach that Qit'ria sat upon was available.
She turned her gaze away from them, closing her eyes and basking in the warmth, enjoying the feeling of the water against her and the stony sand beneath her. This wasn't so bad a way to spend the day.

