Aella woke up. Her mouth was dry, parched. It was something she was use to from her time at home. Struggling to her feet, she knew she had to move on, to find help. It was the danger of traveling by one's self, things intended to...happen, and they had happened.Her side ached, and she could feel the matted blood in her long silken hair. The cool air blew about her and her whipped around like a whirlwind, tangling in itself over and over again. But today, it was more in her way than anything--a nuisance. She kept tripping over it, it kept covering her face as her head throbbed in agony. The cuts and slashes on her front legs and side, though small, were painful. One was very deep and on her back, quite difficult to reach. It was for this, that she was seeking help. She knew the danger of untreated wounds and she knew that she needed help before she was beyond help.
Aella's nature was not very trusting, not in this place. She didn't know the inhabitants, the natives of these more lush lands. Were they friendly? Did they know of her people? Were her people even waiting for her anymore?
It had troubled her, she had been gone for so long...Maybe they thought she was dead. Maybe they thought she would never return. It was their right, they had the right to move on to forget her...To let the Cyclone be gone. She was half ashamed, not sure of what to share with her people. What did she really know?
Her head lifted and she looked out in front of her, there was sound not far away. She let her voice cry out, hoping they were friendly. "Show yourself!" She was injured, but still wary. Her people had lived a long time for that very reason.
