Pure of Heart
Uzuri smiled softly as she paced through the Dusk Court. She loved her home, loved the court that had taken her in after the loss of her mother. Uzi had trained and struggled to become a soldier that was able to provide some protection to the court and those that were in it. Her brother called her a patriot... but then he also hated the idea of belonging anywhere it seemed. The idea of him belonging was enough to make her laugh and she shook her head as she walked. "Judging by the shake of your head... I would imagine that you are laughing at your brother again. He is a fool, but he is good for comedic relief." The lanky adolescent maned wolf rolled her eyes at the thought of the arrogant, vain, and completely obnoxious stallion. Neema hated him, refused to play nice no matter how many times Uzi threw her and Huehuecoyotl together. It just was not going to happen. Uzi had finally admitted defeat at the idea and quit trying.
"Who else? Not like I have many to fall back on thinking outside of the big butthead." It was true. She had spent a large part of her life alone and lonely. That was probably why Uzuri was so thankful to have Neema beside her. It gave her someone to confide in... someone to enjoy the company of. This was the first reliable relationship she had been able to keep since the loss of her mother. Even the horses that had trained her as a soldier came and went as easily as a leaf in the sea. A soft frown fluttered over her face before Uzi shooed it away. Pausing in a fairly clear area of the Court, she gazed at the citadel and wondered what it would be like to truly belong and be a part of the realm. Of course, she wasnt paying attention and had placed herself in a place where she could easily be in the way as well.
"Neema"
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Notes: Sorry about delay!
