April 28, 2019, 07:08 PM
It wouldn't be long now.
She knew they had chosen her for a reason, and Usha was more than happy to be considered for this monumentally important task — honored, actually. To think that Cigfa's heirs were entrusting her with this mission, oh! Her heart was a-flutter every time she thought of the days ahead of her — motherhood! She was one of the only wolves of the lost lands close to ripe; that's how Willow had explained it, with her blushing and her averted eyes. Nettie had been far more charming (but that was his way), telling her of the responsibility young Usha had.
No, it wouldn't be long now.
She'd become hungry for more than just food, her body and mind would drift back to more primal days as the spell took hold. Maybe she would even enjoy the process? But Willow wouldn't let anyone tell Usha what that was — she had shooed Nettie away so quickly when he'd tried, and before long Usha was leaving the lost lands to begin her quest. It was a mighty quest! One she was so sure she could complete. Usha would return home fat and happy, or maybe she'd convince new blood to follow her — the way lovely Cigfa had talked about.
For now Usha's quest was limited to the winding hills, the forest, the cliffs — it was all so magical, unlike anything she had ever seen between the grotto or the fields; and for a few days she was lost to the wonderment of her adventure. When she came to the edge of the cliffs she could stare down from the ledge at the distant sea - it roared mightily below, undulating and foaming against the coast.
Usha thought she could spy dark shapes roaming across the pale sand, but even if she tried to squint she couldn't make anything out. That was alright - there was time. She began to climb down the hillside but found that it was so steep and dangerous that she had to reverse-course. It took longer to climb back up the steep and winding paths than it did to find her way down, and when she came back to the top of the ridge, she was breathing so hard - and her pulse was racing so fast - she couldn't hear anything but the blood in her ears.
She knew they had chosen her for a reason, and Usha was more than happy to be considered for this monumentally important task — honored, actually. To think that Cigfa's heirs were entrusting her with this mission, oh! Her heart was a-flutter every time she thought of the days ahead of her — motherhood! She was one of the only wolves of the lost lands close to ripe; that's how Willow had explained it, with her blushing and her averted eyes. Nettie had been far more charming (but that was his way), telling her of the responsibility young Usha had.
No, it wouldn't be long now.
She'd become hungry for more than just food, her body and mind would drift back to more primal days as the spell took hold. Maybe she would even enjoy the process? But Willow wouldn't let anyone tell Usha what that was — she had shooed Nettie away so quickly when he'd tried, and before long Usha was leaving the lost lands to begin her quest. It was a mighty quest! One she was so sure she could complete. Usha would return home fat and happy, or maybe she'd convince new blood to follow her — the way lovely Cigfa had talked about.
For now Usha's quest was limited to the winding hills, the forest, the cliffs — it was all so magical, unlike anything she had ever seen between the grotto or the fields; and for a few days she was lost to the wonderment of her adventure. When she came to the edge of the cliffs she could stare down from the ledge at the distant sea - it roared mightily below, undulating and foaming against the coast.
Usha thought she could spy dark shapes roaming across the pale sand, but even if she tried to squint she couldn't make anything out. That was alright - there was time. She began to climb down the hillside but found that it was so steep and dangerous that she had to reverse-course. It took longer to climb back up the steep and winding paths than it did to find her way down, and when she came back to the top of the ridge, she was breathing so hard - and her pulse was racing so fast - she couldn't hear anything but the blood in her ears.