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It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my current WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…
Shentaa is a new mother, apart from her nursling, Osiru, for the first time since his birth. She’s not sure exactly what to do with herself, and so she Runs, somewhat aimlessly, considering the powerful pull of her child, and realizing that she will never again be truly alone.
The Child of Her Soul
This day, though, was her own. Canivaar had pack matters to tend to; he’d offered to run with her, but she had wanted to begin with strength, and taking him from his work so that she would not be alone was not the action of a strong huntress.
And so Shentaa ran, until she became tired, and then she found a likely denning place under an overhanging ledge of rock, and curled herself into sleep, nose neath tail.
She was floating, near as soon as she slept, running above the clouds, but, somehow, the sodden air was filled with the scents of the world neath her…the scents of growing things and wild life lived in balance
But she wasn’t meant to be running in the Huntlands, or even above them. Nay, her hunt lay along a different trail, and she ran on, out of Canivaarii places, into Untribed holdings, intent on her prey – the Kai’s Keep, and the Kai, who had been as her child long before Osiru the Hidden had suckled from her breast, filled her womb…
She must see Kaivaara, and know that she was well.
Why she must, she knew not; questioned not. It was as it was, and she must, and the knowing it was enough to spur her on, to Run her swiftest –
She Ran, because Vaara, the child of her soul, had placed bonds upon her, and needed her.
Who is Kaivaaraa, and does she truly need Shentaa?
Is the dream a reflection of reality?
What does it mean, or dies it mean anything?
Where will it carry Shentaa?
Next week might bring the answers – or only more questions…