Flycatcher Downs the veldt

his love of the sea was obvious, reminding her of her father's fascination with their home forest, the animals within it, and the constant sussuration of the wind in the trees; it was the same in many places, thought skuka, but naytengli was adamant the voice was clearer there. being away from it made skuka realize there was some truth to his belief.
maybe i will go that way, then. i will go to the sea and learn its voice, and you can hunt for your brothers and sisters through the green! she gave a small chuffing laugh, imagining herself trying to swim in a place that was all current and salt, while he contested the chiaroscuro of the deepwood. but, to his question—i do not know if the forest ever spoke to me that way. i always thought... maybe eywah liked my mother more? or i did not listen well. maybe that, yes.
naytengli had always cautioned her, or grew tense around her uncles, for all the work she put in to hunting and learning of the forest. it was not a bad thing outright, and even her mother had claimed it would make her a better tsahik—but her interest was so divided.
but i am away from it, now. eywah persists, even in this place without the People.
maybe that was how things were meant to be?
to listen now, with no distraction at all.