#wan'ja

[zinaji]

Zinaji and friends giving out gifts. A variety of companion pets that were given out through the week!

Friends shout out: Ty’vek(And Ty’s guild Clan Bloodtalon), Rio’chui and Wan’ja (Aka Minstrel)

[izzeibean]

Summer’s on the Rise

And it was looking to be a hot one, this year around.

With everybody here and there and everywhere with the invasion of Draenor, E’shi had lost contact with a lot of her friends. There were a few who she still saw, and some who popped up from time to time. And for them, she was thankful.

Sitting on the pier on the beaches of Sen’jinn, she glanced off to the side to watch Kosharn and Kro’gara playing in the sands off to the side with their sire, Krogu. Loa, how lucky she was to have them. Her lips pulled into a wide smile, toes dipping in the water. The little mutt of a jungle troll couldn’t help but think about how far she had come.

It honestly felt like yesterday that she was a timid, nervous little thing coming to the city to look for her sister. Garbed in hardly anything at all, she remembered slinking around, trying to avoid notice.

She had a few friends in the city to start. A rare couple who managed to decipher her hand movements and inability to speak verbally. Rin’dali and Den’zill. E’shi remembered how they looked out for her. She remembered how Rin’dali would escort her through Strnglethorn Vale from time to time, and she remembered bumping into Mûr, and forming a close friendship with him. The times she spent listening to him and watching him in Booty Bay... She still had that little mechanical murloc he gave her. It sat on her bedside table!

She hefted a soft sigh as she thought on. Jutu, the other mute she was -almost- mates with. And then Wan’ja... Wan’ja was a story all his own. She fell for him, so hard and so fast. But no matter how hard she tried to get him to realize the level of her love for him, he just... never reciprocated fully. His heart was in other hands, she knew now. And it hurt her to think, to know that was how her first real love was going to be. But she shook it off, pressing her train of thinking onwards.

There was her adopted parents, Ret’rali, I’fe and Yuanshi. The three took her in under their wings despite having their hands full with three youngsters of their own. They treated her like family, and acted as family when hers decided not to.

Speaking of family. Ucha’wi. Her older sister. The whole reason she hardly had a voice anymore. The whole reason she left the comfort of her jungle. The reason she was where she was at, today. E’shi’s head turned up to the skies, as if trying to spot a fragment of her sister’s spirit in the clouds. She knew she wouldn't, which weighed in her heart.

Wherever you are, Chawi, I miss you, and I hope it’s better than the life you had here.

Her sister had, in short, imploded. Fire magics built up so greatly in her, that the poor fen’di’s body couldn't handle it, and she imploded. E’shi was the only one there to bury her and give her her final ceremony. But she came out a stronger woman for it. A much stronger woman. All her family was gone, save those who took her in. All her friends, coming and going.

And now? E’shi was at a point where she was happy. Quite on accident, she had bumped into Krogu one day. And quite on accident, she’d found herself so very drawn to the orc. He was complex, compassionate, endearing and just... too stupidly cute for his own good. She didn’t seek to lay any claim to him, despite what her heart yelled at her, but she refused to let him go. Even when he wanted to push her away, they always found their ways back to one another. Him and his two children had welcomed her into their home and arms quite eagerly. And it was there, with them now, that she stayed.

Everything had sort of come full cycle. And E’shi was left sitting on the pier, just smiling and thinking quietly to herself.

...

At least, until Krogu had waded over and yanked her into the water with them.

[riesefu]

RP Scene: Rie’sefu/Wan’ja

He had awoken a couple of days later, after sleeping rather heavily to regain his strength. Unknown to him of Wan’ja’s turmoil during the night as well as his departure. The moment his mind touched the surface of consciousness, Rie sat up with groggy eyes wide open and spoke in a hush tone. “Wahn’jah..”

Looking around the great hall to realize he was not laying on the floor rug he originally passed out on. He was within the small area that Gazlowe and Rezlak work at to make sure any plans of building went smoothly. The two goblins were not there for the time being and he was laying upon a dark color fur rug with a blanket. He was cleaned and also redressed with a fur vest to keep him warm and matching pants. Shoving the blanket off he was about to get up when a voice had him pause.

“You’re awake..” A feminine familiar voice spoke out. “You been out for a couple o’days.”

Rie’sefu looked over to Rashma, a female troll that served food and drink within the Great hall. Approaching him with a small tray in hand with a cup of water and a meal upon a plate.

“Where’s Wahn’jah?” He asked, ignoring the food tray.

Placing the food tray down near him and the cup of water, she settled to sit on her knees and looked to him. “‘E left..” She dug into the pocket of her leather shirt to hold out the letter. “And left you dis..”

Left?! What does she mean left?! He thought to himself.  “What!? Why’d ya’ leht ‘im leave! ‘E wahs suhpose ta’ stahy!?” He blurted out. He was starting to remember those last few moments before sleep gripped to strongly for him to stay awake. He asked Wan’ja to stay. Reaching a hand out to grab the letter, unfolding the paper to look at it. He could see tear stains long dried on some areas of the paper. His eyes quickly reading over the written words.

“Rie, I’m sorry but I have to go. I waited as long as I could, but they are going to start questioning why I haven’t come back. All that stuff I said last night, just forget about it. It’s stupid, I was being stupid. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.

Wan’ja.”

No, no, no, no! The way he was holding the letter he almost crumpled it by his grip tightening. Pushing himself up he would rise up and run off, ignoring Rashma whom was calling out to him. Dashing outside into the cold of Frostridge to look around the encampment. “Wahn’jah!?” He called out while on the move. Frantically searching and hoping Rashma was wrong, that he was still here. He needed to talk to him! No matter where he ran to in the Garrison, leaving peon orcs looking confused and followers to look at one another in puzzlement to Rie’s behavior of running about. Rie checked the barn, checked the Barracks and even the dungeon area incase. He checked the Warmill, the mines and the cave where the hotspring water resides and herb plants are grown. He not caring about the cold as he checked the outskirts of the Garrison, there was no sign of him anywhere. “Son ova’ bitc’!” He cussed out.

“You oh-kay master?” Spoke a rough and deep voice of Leorajh.

Rie did not like to be called master by Leo, he always corrected him to call Rie a friend or even boss if he wanted. Anything but that word. Rie’s ears pinned a little and looked over to the odd friendly Saberon.

“Sorry. Meant say, boss.” Leo corrected himself with his head ducking between his thick shoulders.

For a very large beast cat that clearly stood at least two to three feet height difference above Rie’sefu, a loyal fighter that journeys with the young monk out in Draenor but there are times Leo is as timid as a cub. Rie shook his head and centering himself as best as he could with a sigh of breath. “Ah nawt mad at joo, ah’m jus’ frustrated...” Rie frowned.

The cold of the climate in the area was beginning to take it’s effect that Rie was ignoring as he was not staying in Frostridge long. He still looking around, with Leo looking to him curiously. “We go hunt today?” Spoke Leo.

“No.” Rie answered. “Ah gawt some bidnehss to take care of.”

Leo looked disappointed with his ears turning to lower and looking down. “Oh.” 

Ugh, he didn’t need this right now.  “We will ‘unt later...ah gawt t’ings ah need to--..” He paused in thought and looked to Leo in silence.

Leo looked to Rie curiously with his ears perking up, moist nose twitching taking small sniffs toward Rie.

“Joo know dah young troll wid’ teal color ‘air...be a shamon like joo daht was ‘ere. T’ink joo can sniff ‘im out?” Rie asked.

Leo shook his head. “Friend troll left. Went up there.” He pointed up to the tower with a claw index finger.

Damn it! Rie frowned as he looked up to the tower, the portal that is left open to lead to Warspear and once there. There was all the portals one could use should they need it to any Horde city. “Ahlright t’anks...we go ‘untin’ when ah be back..” He patted Leo on the shoulder before he went his way back to the Great hall to get dressed.

Once he entered the Great Hall there was Rashma with her arms crossed. “Ya’ done gallivantin’ like a lost pup?” Rie squinted a small glare to Rashma’s direction while he walked in further, looking around the Great Hall. “Where’s me armohr?”  Rie asked with a aggravated tone.

“First tell me what be goin’ on? Dis been goin’ on long enough with ya’ mood swings. And what goes on ‘ere isn’t unnoticed by Warmaster Zog. You got some explainin’ to do before you can leave ‘ere...and dis be tha’ orders of Zog. So you may want ta’ sit yourself down and eat your breakfast...” While she spoke she tried to usher him toward his meal that was set on the table.

Rie growled with him stopping in his movements. “Ah dun gawt time fohr dis...ah gawt a friend to find! Talk to ‘im befohre et to late! And den maybe if ah gawt time, ah’ll ahsplain et! But ah nawt goin’ to right now!” He belted out, not wanting to talk about it with anyone. He just wanted to find Wan’ja and straighten things out! “Eitha’ tell me where me armohr es! Or ah’m jus’ leavin’ aneeway!” His patience thin right now, brows furrow and not caring what trouble he may get in.

“You’re not going anywhere pup.” Spoke a rumbling deep tone voice of Zog.

Shit. He whirled around to face Zog whom stood facing Rie and not looking pleased. “Start talking or believe me pup, I’ll find ways to make you squeal like a cold snout piglet.” Zog entered in further to get to the battle plans table, turning the face Rie and had a stern face that he was not in the mood to hear anything more then what he commanded.

Rie had a tough choice right now, he did not want to talk about it with the orc at all. He could either skirt around it some how or just tell all of it and loa pray Zog will understand. And by Zog’s words of making him talk, that may be not a wise route to go at all. “Out of rehspect suhr...tohrturin’ me fohr answers ain’ be a wise choice.” He tried to speak calmly as much as within wanted to bolt out of here.

“I didn’t say torture, I said I’ll find ways. Perhaps spending some time cleaning the latrines for as long as I say would be a first step? Top that with doing every work a peon does around here, from the nit and gritty tasks to exhausting from dawn until dusk. I’m a very patient Orc, I look forward to this place looking much more in order until you come to your senses. And if that does not change your mind, I can add a lot more. So I ask again....start talking or, you will find your time here not as comfortable as you have it now.” Zog spoke rather calmly and looking over plans as he spoke nonchalant of the situation Rie was in. Until he looked to Rie with his eyes narrowing.

Listening to Zog, his ears lowered. As frustrated as he was the words Zog spoke were not boding well with him at all. Sure he can endure a lot of work, it may not be pleasant cleaning the latrines for a month or more. But Zog will work him to the bone until utterly exhausted and so drained Rie will eventually come to terms. Regardless he knew he was going to face consequences anyway and he really didn’t want to be tied down when he had a friend to look for. Taking in a lungful of air, Rie closed his eyes and started talking. Explaining the situation Rie was in and as embarrassing as it was, he also spoke of he and Wan’ja whom lost their minds in that moment. It just seem to happen, no logic to put a stop to it. Though it tends to happen on more then one occasion when they were together, it just couldn’t be helped. Rie spoke of it as discretely as possible but he more so spoke on the situation he and Wan’ja were in and how it still effects them even today. They have recovered but they’re still some areas where Wan’ja and even himself, felt broken. Zog listened to everything and did not interrupt except for a question here and there and to encourage Rie to speak onward. Other then that his expression remain the same, stern though calm.

“And daht...be...ev’ryt’ing..” Rie landed up sitting on a bench, placing his hands on his face. Just awaiting for the hammer to drop down or whatever was going to happen that he is going to have to face. Zog was quiet for what felt like an eternity of silence, until he finally spoke up.

“It’s quite the situation you got yourself into pup. But what personal matters you are tangled in, save it on your own personal time. This is war we are in Rie’sefu and situations as this can get you killed on the battlefield. One small slip of distraction, can cost you your life or another’s life. Now with that said.....there is nothing really I can say or do to aid you. This is stupid shit that youths get themselves into and this is not the place to have such personal affairs, this is not your home of where you grew up in. This is a place of military needs, tactics to plan and orders to give out. I appreciate your honesty and compliance to explain...” He spoke out.

Rie was just waiting for it, there was always a but at the end of Zog’s sentences.

“But.” There it was.

“There is much for me to think over as this explains your behavior and sets some alarms of just how safe is anyone around you.”

Rie lifted his head to look to Zog, a bit bewildered with his gaze wide. “What? Ah wouldn’t ‘urt no one ‘ere...ah neva’ ‘ave...” He began to protest.

“True but can I risk that? I have been training you to take chain of command here and you have the potential of leadership but the few times of these slip ups...where you have gone missing to only return naked and bloody, let alone suffering from hypothermia.“ Zog would add.

“Daht....ah ahsplained ahll daht...an’ daht nawt ‘appen since ah gawt dah barn up and runnin’.” Rie frowned. Should such urges rise he was able to tamper it off with drinking animal blood as well as eating raw meat. “And ah wahs stressed out...but ev’ryt’ing es okeh now..”

“Is it really? The moment you get too stressed....it could risk you snapping and then what? Now you got something else riding on your shoulders and it’s only a matter of time. So....I’m going to give you a week of leave time. Do whatever it is you have to do to straighten your shit out. But that is all I am giving you. When you are back, you will be pulling double shifts of orders that will be in need to get done. You will be paroling with Vivianne and spending some time to tidy up the Garrison. For at least a month. Now..go pack up and head home, I do not want to see you back here until exactly a week from now. Is that clear?“

He rather take the punishment now then have a full week of nothing to do? He didn’t want to go home and where was he going to go? And how was he going to fix this in a week?! Can it even be fixed in the first place!? Taking in a deep breath he nodded. “Yes suhr..” Rie spoke defeatedly. 

“Oh and one more thing, from here on out if you should have one of your...slip ups. Be warned now, you will end up locked up..” Zog motioned a hand for the youth to leave.

Rie’sefu would pack his things and place on his armor. Soon to leave the Garrison to enter through the portal and wind up in Warspear. With him sitting in the tavern, he would write a letter on parchment paper.

“Dear Wan’ja,

Look I’m really sorry I didn’t wake up in time to talk to you. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. We need to talk, I’ll meet up with you anywhere. I just need to speak with you, for you to know the full truth of things and understand. I didn’t mean to hurt you with the words I said. I was just trying to help you, I don’t want to write it out on a piece of paper. I rather talk face to face, I didn’t mean for things to get out of hand. I have been granted some time leave, at least a week off. I’m hoping we will meet up some time soon and if anything, I’ll travel to where ever you are at.

Rie’sefu.” 

Rie felt anxiety as he wrote the letter, would he be able to ease Wan’ja’s worries at all? Ease anything that Wan’ja was feeling? To reach through where he seems to be failing at, is it even wise to talk once again face to face? There was a lot Rie was worried of for Wan’ja as well as himself, not sure on the direction of his path he should take. It felt as if the road had split off to multiple directions and he just stood in the middle unable to decide. He just stayed in the tavern to straighten out his thoughts, to think over what was spoken a few nights ago and to go over every detail of what he remembers. 

Wan’ja’s reply

[izzeibean]

Just a couple quick gifts to two special people. E'shi is quite fond of minstrelofmyths Wan'ja. She likes the way he blushes when she gives him kisses. And Zalmai, like Eesh, adores tribeoftrolls Zinaji. Tamu, she calls him. The lump potato on Zal's chest is Nyota. I hope you two enjoy these <3 (And there'll be more to come for others~)

[strangeerror465]

(( A letter arrives for Fah'kiri writen in a fast and easy script. )) Dear Fah'kiri, I know I haven't been to the city for a long time, I'm sorry. I've been in the monestary where the monks train with Rie. It's very busy here, and cold, and just sometimes strange. It is so high up, it's like you are on top of the world. There's a monk here named like Rie's brother Jang,-

and just as loud and a bully like Rie's very troll brother, but a Pandaren. I teased Rie some saying that we should tell Jang, his brother, that we met his twin! And there is so much food here all the time so don't worry about me not eating and stuff. Really, why I'm writing is because I'm wondering about you. How you've been? What you've been up to? I miss hanging out with you at the tree, or by the pond, or even in Thunderbluff. I guess I'm missing my friends, and I'm starting to worry about them all. I haven't talked to anybody else in a long time, just to hear their voices, see their faces, and well.. the mountain just seems a little colder tonight. When you have time, maybe stop in the city for me and see how everyone is and tell me? Or maybe I can see if I can take a trip to where you are just to catch up or something? I don't want to be an imposition or anything, what do you think? Anyway, hope to hear from you soon.

Your friend, Wan'ja

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The letter had been folded many times, very neatly, in an attempt to keep it safe while it rode around in small satchels and pockets and other various receptacles. When Fah'kiri had received it a few weeks ago, it had been a shock. She hadn't expected to get a letter back from Wan'ja. For awhile she didn't read it, fearing condemnation, fearing she'd disappointed him by running away and hiding again. Really, she didn't have to. As she found out about a week later, it seemed he hadn't received her letter telling him that she was going to be gone from the city for a long while, that she had needed space from everyone. Someplace less loud. Whether that was a good or bad thing, she couldn't decide.

His questions ate at her though. So many things had happened in the past two months. Things kept happening and in all honesty she wasn't sure she wanted to share the truth with too many people yet. Kyaki knew, she'd had to tell the older shaman. It felt right to tell her, even if she was scolded for her stupidity. I'tan, of course, knew. He was the first person she'd run to after the incident. But he didn't know everything, not really. She'd left out some parts as to why she'd fled to the jungle, her pride still hurt. Mercy knew some of it, but even then she hadn't wanted to share everything with him either.

So the letter rode around with her. Through the trip to Pandaria to visit her Auntie Kyaki, to the trip back. Now as she sat on the floor of I'tan's hut, she finally pulled out one of the elf crafted books she had been given and took a few pages from it. Fah'kiri began to write.

Wan'ja,

It is good to hear from you, I have missed your company while I've been gone. Somehow the goblins must have mixed up the mail or something because I'd sent you a letter before. Or maybe you left before the letter got to you. Either is possible.

I am glad to hear that you are doing well in Pandaria. It wasn't too long ago that I was up there myself. My aunt lives near Krasarang, so I decided to visit her. If you have the chance, you should stop by and say hello. Her name is Kyaki, she's a shaman too. She specializes in spirits, maybe you could learn a thing or two from her. Careful, she might come off a bit harsh at first but she's a very good and wise woman. Tell her that I told you to see her if you decide to go. That should make things go a bit more smoothly.

Here she paused, brow furrowing as the hollowed stick paused over the paper. A few drops of the ink she'd made herself dripped into the margin, making her curse and try to wipe them off as carefully as she could. What to say here...

You ask me how I have been and I admit that things have been a bit rough for me as of late. I haven't been exactly smart. I'm sure you're aware that sometimes I let my mouth run, especially if I get upset and well, I chose to run my mouth to the wrong person. Don't worry though, I'm alright and I am in good hands. However I've been avoiding the city because of it. There's too much noise in there and right now I don't think I can handle it well. But I do need to start pushing myself a bit more.

I think that I shall be going back to Moonglade here soon. Before I left because there was nothing to tie me there. No family, no sense of home or belonging. It was lonely and I was scared. If I'm going to get better, if I'm going to learn, I need to learn how to not let that fear control me. Now I just need to muster up enough courage to go back to my teacher and ask for him to take me back. I just left before, so he might not. I wish this sort of thing was easier.

You are missed Wan'ja. Your smile and your heart especially. If you could come see me, I would like that very much. But in the mean time, you and Rie'sefu stay out of trouble okay? I'm not there to heal you and I don't know the pandaren well enough to trust their healing. They are a strange people aren't they?

Be safe and be well.

Fah'kiri

[strangeerror465]

Wan'ja to Fah'kiri; Kiss me!

First Rie'sefu, now Wan'ja. There was definitely something going on. Eyes narrowing, Fah'kiri folded her arms and watched the young shaman. "Alright. What's going on, Wan'ja? Wasn't just a bit ago that your friend was here asking the same thing of me. Is this you having a go at me?"

[izzeibean]

Little Flame, Big Burns

E'shi couldn't recall a time where she felt more alone than that night.

She couldn't recall a time she hurt as much as she did, that night.

And she certainly could not recall a night where she cried more than she did, last night.

The little mutt spent most her night in tears, on and off. She didn't understand at first where she had gone wrong. She blamed herself, as she always did. Wan'ja's outburst confused her for a long time, at first. His words were all jumbles in her head. He told her they couldn't be friends. That he knew nothing of family, or love, and that he wasn't going to be a liar, and the bad guy.

So they couldn't hang out anymore.

Just like that, she felt like she'd been sent back in time to when her sister disappeared. Her parents both dead, her insides on fire, and tears thick in her eyes. 

She didn't even feel it when she scratched into herself to apologize to Wan'ja. Why did she apologize? She didn't do anything, herself! All she did was wander back to where she was expecting to meet him. She was so excited to show him the blanket she traded pictures for! It was big enough for the two of them to share. She'd anticipated his excitement. So when she was shot down, the way she was, she was crushed.

His anger confused her. In the short time she knew him, she never fathomed he could have been so angry. Every step as she walked away made her feel like she was sinking further and further into the earth. And oh, how she wished the ground would just split and swallow her whole.

But alas.

It never did.

She couldn't even bring herself to look back. The tears welling in her eyes were bad enough. She wanted to. She wanted to look back so badly! But if she did, she would have clung to him, tried to get him to stay. And she knew it was better to let him go.

E'shi, you're so stupid.

When she got to her spot, of no particular preference, she leaned over and set her forehead against the ground. She pulled the blanket around herself, veiling her shaking frame from the world.

So stupid. It's all your fault, again. You just go around ruining everything. Why do you think E'shi left you? You're useless. Can't do anything right. He's better off without you. He's better off finding a mate with a voice.

Those hateful little thoughts infiltrated her mind, circling and dancing around the little fire-bound female. She was so lost in blaming herself, and trying to sort everything through her tears, she hardly noticed the hulking male that came looking for fish. He didn't see at her first, which was easily excused. She was tiny, and hidden under a blanket. The only thing that alerted the male to her presence was the pathetic little sniffles.

Of course, since something was crying, he came to investigate. He leaned over to check on her, prodding her side. He asked if she was okay. She wanted to nod her head.

She couldn't. It shook a couple times, the tears rolling freely down her cheeks. No, she wasn't okay. Her heart hurt. Her brain hurt. And the sadness she sat through made her -everything- hurt. She made note of leaning away from his touch when he offered her a hug.

So there he sat, asking what had hurt her. And it was in that moment that Zinaji came up, drawing the attention away from her. He wanted to check on her. And he kept telling her that it wasn't her fault. That him and Wan'ja both didn't think it was her fault. But E'shi wasn't so sure of that. She tried to explain she thought it was her sister, but couldn't convey her thoughts that well in the dirt. So Zinaji gave her paper and charcoal to write with. The big male had since disappeared, headed back for the Tail.

She was thankful that Zinaji came to check on her, but her heart hurt and she wanted to be alone. Her subconscious bubbled to the surface, laden with worry for Wan'ja. Again and again, she begged the male to go make sure the one she cared most about was safe, and in one piece.

After Zinaji had left, little E'shi just sat and wailed. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to be alone again. It was easier when she was alone, lost in Stranglethorn. It was easier jumping humans and scaring them to get food. It was easier when she wasn't attached. Crocodile tears stained the hem of the blanket as she laid there until she managed to calm herself.

When she finally did, she scribbled onto one of the papers. It was a simple little thank you for checking up on her. She rose, wrapped that cursed blanket around herself, and shuffled towards the Tail. The male was in there, cooking the crawfish he caught. She wanted to go back outside, but she was drained. So she just sat by the cooking pit in the middle of the Tail and wrapped the blanket over herself.

She didn't know how it happened, but she ended up wedged half under the table and half against the massive male's leg. He was shoving the craw meat under the blanket for her, demanding she eat it. The other patrons of the Tail had long since disappeared, leaving the two trolls to their own company. He sat there, cooking, and she sat there, shaking. She wanted to disappear. To become nothing and float away. But no matter how hard she willed it, her body remained solid.

And then it came time for the male to depart, too. He rose, and trudged to the door, but she remained there, a silently shaking heap of blanket. He grumbled something about not leaving her there, so he scooped her up and made way to the tree. Up it he went, and then set her down. She kept curled up on one side, while he took up the other. He grumbled as he talked to her. She heard something about it not being safe in the Tail.

But what did she care?

She didn't care. All she wanted to do was sleep. And it wasn't long, before sleep took her.

And slept she did, well through the day. She awoke briefly, here and there. Enough to purchase a lovely lynx skin she planned on making into... into... something. And long enough to meet Nafani, a leader of another tribe. But after all had died down, after Yuanshi and Jal'akkai and that mean Mau'Ti person were all gone, she sought out the spot by the tree. She sat. And sat. And couldn't sit anymore. Not there. Not with the memories of falling asleep in Wan'ja's arm coming back to her mind. She had to go. Go where? Somewhere, anywhere but the tree. So she got up, and just.... walked, that infernal blanket wrapped around herself.