Blacktail Deer Plateau The day is set

Kaihra's brow remained knit and her mouth hard pressed to a frown. She posed a harsh contrast to Sun Spark's gentle smile and his ever more gentle voice that remained steady even in the talk of death, an uncertain reality that lingered so close to him. But the peace he had made with death gave reason for his lack of fear and his lack of aversion to discussing it now.

The dark woman had always lived knowing that one day, she would die. None could avoid the grave, and if one believed they could, they'd soon find out their mistake. But instead of making peace with death's hard truth, as Sun Spark had after realizing the battlefield would only bring him to that end, she'd made it her enemy, and now she feared it and willingly let death's cold sting hold her back. Sun Spark's final question to her made her eyes sting and she turned away, unwilling to let her vulnerability show further to the elder male - though she felt a yearning stir to confide in him. "I don't know - " but then she paused in a hesitant silence. In a moment of clarity she understood that Sun Spark wouldn't hurt her, and though her mind felt muddled, she turned to face him again. "Yes." Her voice fell soft on the wind and she looked at her paws. "It terrifies me." She bit her lip before continuing, "You've spent the last years of your life travelling - you've always lived an adventure. You aren't afraid of the unexpected, but I am. If I think of death as an adventure - it terrifies me even more."