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If there was a polar opposite of Saboro, she thought, it must be Gemini. Even the fresh breeze upon her back was completely unlike the sweltering humidity of the rain forest. This land in its’ wide open glory sought to liberate and heal, where Saboro sought to suffocate and destroy. 

It was an odd thought in her own head. Cancerous. Treasonous.

Turning, swiftly, as though to dispel the thought, she faced her children. Four of five. “Don’t wander far,” she warned them. “And don’t trust. We aren’t here to make friends, we’re here to heal.” Gemini was just a pit stop; it wasn’t a home-- not theirs, anyway. 

“Speak nothing of Saboro.” The burning red markings upon her body said all; but there was still a finely weaved paranoia in the firebird’s mind. Even if they knew from whence she came, they deserved to know nothing more. And that fear and uncertainty squeezed at her heart and screamed not to let them close. They couldn’t be trusted. None of them.

“And please...” the voice of a tired mother. “Be careful.” 

    She had been spending her time with Dixie, the girl who let her into the pack. The dog wasn’t exactly a professional at crafting, but she was trying her best to teach Sunny what she could. The coyote mix had happily tried to learn, and had finally managed a decent necklace. It had small beads on it, and feathers hanging from it. Sunny left it in her den, today. Dixie was busy with her own work, so Sunny decided to look around the pack alone. Usually she had simply tried to craft more, or sleep, but today she had a small burst of confidence. Sunny wasn’t use to beaches, and decided to head that direction for the fun of it. In her childhood, she had grown up in a mountainous area, with many caves and holes. The water sources they had were shallow, not much for swimming.

    But Tortuga, oh Tortuga, had the ocean, and deep lakes. When she had found Tortuga, she thought it was odd that their water source was so large, but then she found out it was deep. It was amazing to her, so new, so deep. Dixie tried to explain it all to her, but there was so much to take in. Also, there seemed to be something Dixie wasn’t saying, as if the ocean made her upset. But that didn’t matter now. Sunny let her paws sink in the warm sand, as the ocean brought up fierce winds that whipped around her face. Underneath the surface of the water was a whole other world, one she would probably never get to know.

    Sunny waded into the shallows, the waves gently brushing past her legs, splashing up slightly onto her chest. This was usually about how deep her childhood waters got, and she pushed out further. She stopped once the water was almost lapping over her back. Seaweed wrapped around her legs, and she started to slightly kick about, trying to shake them off under the water. To anyone on the shore, it probably looked a bit awkward, but the way she looked about, swinging her head with a giant grin, it was easy to tell that the pink girl was perfectly okay. After all that had happened to her, she deserved some happiness.

Dali was pacing up and down the patch of grass in front of his den. His mind was racing, full of both anxiety and excitement. He was a sentinel in training. The face that one would greet upon entering Inaria. The hound looked down at a rain puddle and sat down, the face in the reflection scrunched up in thoughtfulness until he forced himself to speak with a grin. 

"Hello! Welcome to Inaria, my name is Dali and I shall be your sentinel for today."

No, Dali. Too friendly. What if you bump into an enemy, you idiot? 

"YOU'RE ON THE BORDERS OF INARIA! STATE YOUR BUSINESS OR GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Too aggressive. Especially for Inaria. This is meant to be a peaceful, friendly place. Maybe mix it up a bit?

"Welcome to Inaria! NAME. BUSINESS. RIGHT NOW!" 

Oh, this totally wasn't him at all. How do you get that perfect balance between benevolent and intimidating, though? As Dali examined his stick-like limbs, he wished he was more imposing and larger like the dires that made up the packlands. Anybody approaching the borders was probably going to look at him like he was either a clown masquerading as a wolf or an entry snack. Scratching behind his ear, Dali began to ponder and thought back to his own acceptance. Moons had been nice but she had also been accompanied by a stricter Yoki, who had balanced things out quite nicely. Was he really cut out to be like one of them? Had he really done the right thing in... Oh, a butterfly! His deep, troubling thoughts were disturbed by a flutter of pink wings, causing him to bite instinctively at the air.

No, no, don't get distracted. Focus on the problem at hand. Even though it would help if he had somebody to help him keep him focused on the problem at hand. Maybe he should try and find Aeolus? Cockatrice had placed them together in this whole 'buddy system' thing he had going on so it wouldn't hurt to ask him for some pointers. Only problem is he had no idea where to find him, and Inaria was a big place. Not big enough for his long legs, however. Setting off in a brisk trot, the hound headed for the borders, sniffing here and there for any scent of his 'partner'... or a potential snack. He concentrated better when he ate, and it had been a good half an hour since he had consumed a whole rabbit. 

So, naturally, he was ravenous.

It had been a productive day thus far for Genim, why he'd managed not only to reorganize his meager collection but he had finally gotten a few strips of deerskin twisted together well enough to actually use for his not so shiny new necklace. And boy was he ever proud of his work; every so often glancing down at the stone nestled in the fur of his chest with a fond expression. His first real necklace made from the first rock in his collection...Genim might not show it but he was all but jumping for joy on the inside.

In fact, he was so happy to have finally completed his project that his mind started to spin into overdrive; he could make them for all his family! Except, his muzzle would wrinkle in thought as he stretched upward, maybe they wouldn't like something as plain as his current pride and joy. With a harsh shake of his head Nim would try to ignore such thoughts and instead focus on what he wanted to try and make next, and knew just the thing to use only he didn't have any of them in his hoard he was willing to give up right now. Nope, they'd have to pry his current collection out of his dead paws.

It was definitely with a certain amount of trepidation that the male would make his way across the highlands and to the very faerie pools where his own stone had come from only this time there was no one along to help him with his task, and having to potentially get into the pools was not something he was looking forward to. Well, at least he hadn't heard of anyone being eaten recently and he was pretty much fully grown now therefore it would be harder for something to pull him under (although monsters could get pretty big he would think). There was nothing to be done for it though, he was determined that he had to get new stones and he couldn't wait on someone to have the free time to go with him. So with a deep breath and straightening of his shoulders Genim would approach the first pool and pause there to finish building up his courage before acting.

He could do this. Totally.

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