Kharma Kha

Two more steps, and she stopped. This place had changed, yet it had not. The trees were bigger. Leaves, more dense. Time of year likely changed that. It was not the steppe, no, but this sanctuary carried memories of home. Memories of the people who made up her home, to be exact. Home was where the heart is. Inside her heart were pieces gathered from others. Several years later, there were more pieces than she ever had imagined. Gheita, their children, the Kha tribe, their clan, the Wolves of Fortune, and others who held an immovable part of her all resided in her heart. With her always,she moved forward. Curious as to who she would meet, but never fearing meeting them. Bridges were meant to be build. She would see what people occupied the building that was once precious to her.