~upon hearing heavy treads upon His steps, her heart pounded with dread. that many boots never brought joyous news. listening to the words of the ASKARI, her head softly nods before turning towards the old, time weathered trunk. with a quick glance around the wagon before pausing to tuck an odd brush away inside, the lid quietly settling closed as an ASKARI silently lift the trunk and nods to the girl, the time has come. with a last glance over her shoulder before padding out of the wagon and following the instructions given her. a nervous sigh is heard as she ponders this newest turn of events and she finds her spot with in the cavernous wagon~