Tikal had grown in recent days. Many of their number comprised of the
holcan; yet, not
all of them.
Sabah patrolled their borders, refreshing markings where it was needed. She'd often done this alone, but today slightly yearned for company of sorts.
She would call no one to her, but only hope that perhaps she would stumble upon of her sisters, or even one of the
winak.
The Winak is making the rounds when she spots beast-woman - Sabah - in the distance. It seems a little impolite to call her that, she muses, given the woman's level-headed nature, though she perhaps remains still as formidable.
Trotting over she offers a chuff, dipping her head. In truth, she has been meaning to seek out the Holcan for a while now.
"Good to see you, Holcan," she greets in new-practiced speech.
Winak comes — and speaking their tongue!
Winak,
Sabah greets in return, pace slowing so that they may walk together in step.
Winak patrol also?
Or was it a leisurely walk? She hoped not for the latter, as they needed as many bodies patrolling the canyon as they could get.
She falls hesitantly into step beside Sabah. Her constant presence in Tikal has not gone unnoticed by the earthen woman - she almost admires the Holcan for her vigilance and yet the issue of trespassers is ongoing and never-ending.
"I am," she informs, "though it is quiet today."
It is mostly the odd traveller or lost soul, but still it is good to remind them the presence of Tikal at every rock and boulder.
Winak speak true.
Sabah concurred, a small sigh whisping from her lips.
Quiet good.
Sometimes.
But she would not speak words of worry.
so sorry for the delay!
The
Winak nods her head in agreement.
"Quiet can also be boring," she flashes a grin at the sandy woman.
A brief moment of silence; she is unsure how exactly to approach this topic but the urge to
know and to
learn is undefeatable.
"Forgive me if this is not the time to ask but - how did Sabah become Holcan?"
The winak was a curious thing. She asks many questions. Sabah cannot disdain curiosity. So, she must answer.
Sabah different from family. They not want Sabah . . . they not love Sabah—
Love — a term that seemed so foreign, for she knew not how it felt.
Do not dwell. She reminds herself.
Ajaw come to Sabah's old village. Sabah not stay, but go with ajaw. He give purpose . . he give home.
Few of the many reasons she was so devoted to him. In return for this, Sabah give life.
Or so she may have to, someday.