OOC: one word-
OWE
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The dreams of the running horse came to her again, and she tossed and turned fitfully at her camp side, her body becoming sweaty, despite the fire having long since subsided. And he was tearing across the plains, strong, bold, beautiful...
and he was free, nothing but the winds and sun around him, and earth beating beneath his hooves. And she could feel herself. She was with him, in spirit and in heart; as the two rode onward into a blood red sunset, leaving behind a world cast in deep, purple rain. ANd it was out of this darkness she felt the sum of all her fears- as the shadows, the nightmares creatures would reach out for her. So she held on fierce to the horse, even as the darkness loomed. They could out run it..
In the dreams they always did, and like the dreams before it, the image began to fade and crack, split apart, like glass, before the shadows swallowed in all around her, consuming her vision with a million black birds until she woke up with a jerk.
It was hard to tell the meaning of such a dream. Black birds meant many things, and it was hard to tell if they were attacking her, or simply keeping the darkness at bay. And like always, Namia looked down at herself to see if she had been pecked at all while she slept.. but there was nothing. Sighing, she blew a loose piece of black hair away from her face and stretched her arms above her head as she studied her camp. The fire had gone out, smoking lightly before she snuffed it out with her boots, scraping at the remaining coals until even their faint light finally snuffed out. Then she turned to her bed of leaves, her other supplies and took out a brush ad began to run it through her hair, picking out leaves and seeds and pebbles every once in a while throughout the brushing. Then rising to her feet, she stretched again and slung her back over her back as she lifted a hand to shield her eyes as she peered over at the sky. And she smiled. It looked as if it were going to be a beautiful day.
Starting off into the tall grasses, she stepped with confidence. She feared no animal, for she had learned (somewhat from her mother ) how to connect with them, and the earth; how to respect them and instead of fearing the unknown of nature, to welcome in with confidence and understanding. Now that she had set out on her own, she felt as if she was beginning to understand...
Little did she know she had a long way to go before that. But man, she was feeling kind of grimy, and found a wide creek running along a wide briar patch set within the woods. She scanned the area. The creek was wide open, no real spots of shade beneath trees, or privacy. But what did she need to be private about in nature? So, with a shrug, she set her supply bag aside and peeled off her clothing, letting them hang near a more tame looking branch of brambles before she slipped one foot into the waters to test the temperature. It was cold. Her skin bumped over as she shivered. But as she shivered, sh took in a breath, then steppe out into the waters, letting herself sink down into it until she was mostly modest and was enjoying the cool water on her skin, the current pulling away all dirt and sweat.
And just as she was closing her eyes to relax, dark hair fanning out around her upon the surface of the water... she heard a noise. Or more specific, a voice. A very human sounding voice. And a male's.
Shit! She sunk down into the waters, so that only her chin stuck out as her eyes searched the briar patch. Had the man heard her!? So much for taking a morning bath in private... she grumbled inwardly to herself and remained uncertain if she ought to speak and call attention to herself just yet... or not.