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ember_eleven) wrote2004-12-28 08:18 pm
ember_eleven) wrote2004-12-28 08:18 pm
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The Djun's men know where they live. The Palace is somewhere in the stars. Fight or head toward sun-goes-down. That's what the humans expect them to do. So they won't. Instead, they will head to the shelter of the trolls in Port Bane, where the tribe will be safer.
Everyone is packing to leave their home. If they'll return... that is unknown. But they have a full moon's travel ahead of them.
Ember ties together her things in her cave. As she picks up a skin to wrap up, a shell attached to a chain falls to the floor. She stares at it for a few moments, then carefully picks it up, cradling it in her hands. Holding it up to her ear, she hears many sounds that she hasn't heard in a long while. Including...
She lowers the shell, looking at it. After several moments of indecision, she puts it in her belt pouch. She finishes packing, and carrying her stuff, leaves.
Everyone is packing to leave their home. If they'll return... that is unknown. But they have a full moon's travel ahead of them.
Ember ties together her things in her cave. As she picks up a skin to wrap up, a shell attached to a chain falls to the floor. She stares at it for a few moments, then carefully picks it up, cradling it in her hands. Holding it up to her ear, she hears many sounds that she hasn't heard in a long while. Including...
She lowers the shell, looking at it. After several moments of indecision, she puts it in her belt pouch. She finishes packing, and carrying her stuff, leaves.