Reclaiming Pack

[Thalia]

Nimeda

After a moment Nimeda sat on the ground, resting her chin in her hands. The wilted crown of flowers in her hair dropped its last crimson petals in her lap. She watched the interaction with quiet interest, but was reticent to bring attention to herself beyond answering the first woman – Sierra’s – question. “Jon named me Nimeda,” was all she said. She wielded the name like an anchor still, disturbed by the softer currents of her thoughts: of another name, the one which surrounded her with such sadness. She was taken by the deepness of both women’s care and the focus they applied to the task of finding their friend. Her own life might also hang in the balance of their efforts, yet she felt detachment. There was little she could do to help: they spoke of things she had no way of understanding.