where we came from — return

[Ebra M.]

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EBRA MOONSPINNER — hey sister, do you still believe in love I wonder?
The clock ticked on endlessly, the instrument of a mortal construct with real damages.  Ebra Moonspinner regarded the passage of time passively, with sharp but sad blue eyes.  Flowers flourished, then withered and died.  Faces came and went; mortals passed away into whatever lay beyond.  A cycle he found growingly painful.

At least some things remained constant.  Others with immortality in their blood.  The cycle itself.  Yet even the land changed if one lived long enough in one place, as the sand cat had yet to do so.  They seemed to move all the time, chasing something just out of reach.

They knew these lands now.  The fresh mountain air down one side and the salty ocean air from the other.  The grass beneath their paws grew lush green, flourishing in the summer warmth that would fade away at the turn of the seasons as the cycle continued.  Ebra cocked their head lightly as they found the scent markers, taking a quiet seat.  Patiently, their tail curled neatly over their paws.

Word in the area, Elysium, no longer Sunhaven, called Tena Moonspinner their leader.  I wouldn't have guessed.  They found themself smiling with amusement, wondering if she came up with that idea herself.  Ar-Amu knows she had the guts to take charge, but sometimes she had too much of that daring in her.  Mother also knew they had to stop chasing after her one day, always a few paw-steps behind.  She took care of herself quite well.

They made a promise, however.  They intended to keep it.  Family stuck together because sometimes family became the one remaining thing while the clock kept ticking.