Intro: Girl
The tribe had stopped for the night and set up their tents and campfires by a small oasis in the middle of the desert, but Trishia didn’t want to stay. Even for a nomad she was restless, in fact, she’d never felt at home anywhere and she had a feeling it wasn’t the desert that was the problem. No, she loved the desert, it was as much of a home as anything could ever be to her. It was the tribe that made her feel like running until their fires were long gone behind the horizon. She had this unexplainable need to seek out new places, something that, even though being nomadic, was considered a fault in the tribe’s eyes. But young as she was, nobody really noticed her and she didn’t think anyone would miss her if she left.
And that’s exactly what she did one evening. She packed everything she needed, dressed in warm animal skins to protect herself from the cold night air and began walking towards the western edge of the desert. For years she had wanted to see it again. She had seen it once when she was little and she’d never forgotten the green of the trees or the sound of birds. It was a long way to go and she knew it was dangerous to travel alone; a sandworm or sandray could easily kill her. But she was a fast runner and pretty good with the spear. She could take care of herself. And maybe, once she got to the edge, she would find someplace to belong.
FINDING A HOME
