The Last Leaf

Nineave Nineave trekked alongside Roscorro as they moved from the Mangroves and tide pools to Halyven. He had excepted her into the herd that morning. She was very curious about his herd. Did she get a role or was she just a part of it to make it larger? So many questions and no answers. Nineave hummed to herself a tune from her short time with her mother. She felt his heart radiating kindness and care. Clouds began to roll over the horizon which reminded her that it was Mid Drench. The past days had been so fine that she had seemed to be in a different world. Was that what it was like in the other worlds? She had lived in the Rift her entire life and was a true Riftian. Was Roscorro? Could she trust an outsider? She chuckled softly. What a silly filly she was. He had just welcomed her into his herd and she was questioning his value. "Roscorro," she began, "can you tell me about your fam- I mean herd? I've never known anyone besides my mother and she died when I was young." She frowned in reverie for a moment then looked to Roscorro for an answer. ""Talk"" Learn from the mistakes of others and follow your own path. and more than one!

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