Hawa could not imagine going anywhere else. She could not imagine her life without Raegar. She worried and fretted for him, even before the leadership had changed. It was not like him to disappear for so long. She was concerned something had happened to him, or worse. She did not think she would ever hope Raegar just simply no longer cared for her, but she did. She hoped with all her heart that he was alive out there somewhere. And that he was happy; even as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Are you alright?" The voice calls out, and the scent of the Badlands follows and for a moment, she thinks it could be him. Hawa looks up, blinking at the blurry silhouette in front of her. It's not him. It's the interloper. The thief.
And Hawa, sweet darling Hawa without a mean bone in her body, slammed back her ears. She twisted her nostrils up in an alarmed snort and slammed her pale tale against the ground with several thumps of anger. "No, I am not alright," she spits at him, acid dripping from every syllable, but she makes no move to get up from where she's curled herself.
Her nostrils quiver and she can smell her home. Every moment she spent in the earliest of mornings on the rocks with Raegar. Teaching little Raja what creatures were friend, and which were foe. Running and laughing, and chasing Raegar through the twists and turns of their favorite canyons. She can smell the happiness that was lost to her and she mourns it just as much as she yearns for it back.
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