Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2023 3:20:08 GMT
 here i stand in the heart of beautiful debris Sharp tones heightened and fell over the emptiness of the sky. A full clan of canna were crying out. The shepherd mix felt a surge of uneasiness course through his body at the echoes of the sad song that carried upon the wind and across the sky. It was these sounds that had stirred him from his restless attempts at sleep and had drawn him through the woods. Unsure of what he may find, he did not dare to cross the river and venture further. Instead, his cropped ears perked atop his head listening to the mixture of the rolling waves of the river - grown soft and mellow since the flood that occurred over a month ago - and the canna'far that filled the night sky. The fur at the base of his neck stood on end at the implication. Sure, he had heard other canna calling out every now and again, but this was a formidable number. And they all sang a song filled to the brim with sadness. He pondered why. Perhaps they had also been affected by the flood waters and lost many of their own? Had they retained hope for longer than he had allowed his clan to? Had it been wrong of him to snuff out any semblance of positive thinking towards recovering the ayou'canna of the Ah'mir so early on? Blinking, he slowly shook his head, lowering it for only a moment in a humbled trance. The regressive thoughts were purged from his mind. Sitting in the water-cooled air of the late evening, he thought more of the future of the Ah'mir. The rainy season was coming to a close. Their problems had more or less just begun. If the potential for famine was a real threat before then the potential for the entirety of the clan being wiped out was just as real now. Not only would the water levels drop and the heat of the sun drive his fellow canna to the brink of insanity, but they would be with little water and even less food. He let out a sigh before raising his head up towards the stars above. "Ridna'kah," he said, his baritone voice neither a whisper nor a demanding shout. "Tell me what it is I should do. How do I keep our canna strong?" His self-importance showed through even when he believed himself to be alone, addressing the goddess as if he, himself, were of her level. His words hinting at sharing in the ruling of all canna. His gaze, however, was focused on the scene above him. His brown eyes darted from side to side - as eyes do when one reads a book - as he looked to read an answer to his inquiry within the emlier. i act | "i speak" | 'i think' |