lost, joiner [★] they moved forward, my heart died

[Tena M.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
"By the mother." Sharp the muted voice, muttered with the full force of ire of one lost.  Against the force of wind, seemingly indifferent the swirling sands — perhaps because they moved strangely around her, as if she moved them herself out of habit — the small desert dweller stood.  Fierce eyes the color of the sky flashed.  No way to retrace her steps.  Bitter the life of one constantly losing their feet, searching for a sign or trace, searching for her actual place here.

The sand, the heat of the sun — familiar like the back of her paw, like the sound of a long forgotten mother's voice, but not home.  Not that home remained an option.  A lost and confused concept of mind.  Home.  At least her lungs still inhaled air.  At least her short legs still worked.  At least her eyes and claws remained sharp.  Alive.  Free.  The rest came after.

Tena Moonspinner felt at peace among the sand and bearing heat of the desert.  Her pale, striped fur blended well and she seemed to little mind the sun.  She stood alone however and though not for the first time, she truly felt it.  Her heart seemed smaller.  Emptier.  Like a piece was missing.  Neither brother or Jedi friend had caught up to her, though perhaps they had lost their steps too.  Separated.

There were worse places to find oneself separated.  Here Tena knew she was safe, even on the invisible line she found.  Border.  Whatever stood in her front of her, she did not mind facing with a curious mind.  Whoever dwelled within the desert either had nowhere else, or truly felt at home among the sand.  Or perhaps they were just boldly defying the elements.  All interesting options.
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free