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Lasiine Rubeus Ñatsera made her haphazard way deep into the heart of Yentatir, suspecting that someone was following her. The delicate-looking deer didn’t like that—and the white noise of foliage and ocean and dead storm joined forces to confuse her senses so that she could not for the life of her tell what kind of creature it was. Perhaps, even, it was not one of the Knowledgeable, but a wayward beast that had scented her and was simply trailing her in order to hunt her. Ñatsera hoped so; that would make things much simpler.
The Lasiine couldn’t shake the vague sense of unease she got, picking her way through the undergrowth and mulch littering the floor of Yentatir—it was as if… as if something was about to happen. Around her, the air was acrid in her nostrils, smelling of lightning about to strike, of the Earth rising up and quaking beneath her. And more maddeningly, she wasn’t sure why, only that something was coming.
Ñatsera made her way around a large tree she had named Enna—“sister”—for she was prone to giving names to even the hands of the Earth that shielded her, including the rocks and the trees—and then quickly ducked under an overhanging group of bushes to lose the would-be predator. No lunch for you, she thought in amusement—of course, she’d hardly have found it very amusing had she actually been caught.
After taking a good look around and making sure everything was in its place—she didn’t want to walk into an ambush, after all—Ñatsera walked into the center of the Meeting Place and… sighed.
There were few of her herd these days; there were few of any of their factions. In that, her heart went out to the other factions; Ñatsera knew now what it was like to be lonely—not simply alone, but the wrenching feeling of alone-ness when one does not want to be alone. It was a devastating feeling, and it was becoming uncomfortably habitual to simply ignore it and go on grazing. Deer weren’t supposed to travel alone; they needed family, friends, lovers. It was wrong for deer to be all alone…
Well, she would fix that tonight, hopefully, for Rubeus Ñatsera was going to call her herd to her—whatever the rest of them might be lurking on these islands. No more would they be alone, and no more would she be a Lasiine without her herd.
Raising her soft, wet nose to the sky, she lowed the low of the Rubeus: Come to me.
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