Things change all the time. Her anger at the way things were in the region quieter, less fanatical. She grew calmer and understood one of the wiser dictates of the Katian faith; simply change takes time. She was comming to understand that as the more people she talked to the more people slowly understood her and her words. Every day she would walk the woods and swamps of the land, tending the trees that were ill from the lack of sunlight and warmth. She would find animals thin from hunger and would provide them with what food she had to help them stave hunger off for another day. It was a sad sight, but she had to keep going.
Then he came, a man, human no less whose mere pressence made Kyoro act all girly as she was before she truly saw the state of this land. Pyyran was his name, and she was growing very fond of him. She only wished she could tell if he felt the same as well.
