She had spent too long in the Ela'wadiyi.

Stretching her long wings, Mana felt the breeze caress them like a long-lost lover. She had seen her children grow, then her grandchildren grow. She knew that there would be great grandchildren to come, but she did not need to be there for them. Her pledge to help Tawa'di Kanati had expired long ago, but she had still found herself drawn to stay. His rebirth into a god had been fascinating, moreso due to the resulting choice of a god to give his powers and all to the dying mortal. Tawa'di had been reborn, something that he had not been prepared for. No one had. So Mana had stayed, to teach him the responsiblities now on his shoulders. The Ela'wadiyi were not the type to worship gods, so he had become more of a patron of sorts. A protector, to keep them safe for as long as he had breathed. Mana had found a partner in him, something that was comforting and consistent.

But the Wind needed to feel free again. And so, she had left.

Mdhamana'kinyamkela had spent so long in those lands, she did not know where to begin. A part of her wished to find her sister, Earth. Another elusive god, and a goal she would have to keep on the backburner for the moment. For now...she would let the wind pull her along. She had drifted from the Ela'wadiyi every now and then, but the comforts of having a home had always pulled her to return. Tawa'di had flourished into his role, and she had begun to withdraw more and more from her family. She would live forever; they would not. Each of them would have to learn how to live without her, as was normal for mortal families as they aged and died. Skan, bless his heart, took that reality far too morbidly, and understood Mana's desire to free herself from the chains that she had bound herself to. Dohi, ever the opposite of her father, surprisingly understood as well. Tawa'di's wish for the bird clan to thrive had come true.

These thoughts drifted through her mind as she let herself wander aimlessly. She hoped that her bird friends would come visit her soon. Her warm gusts always seemed to attract them to her. A few birds were making a ruckus down below, and she decided to circle around and see what it was. The jungle around here was a bit thicker than she first thought, and carefully found a small clearing to fit through. The closer she got to the ground, the more apparent it was that a pride was very close by. The smell of many different creatures swirled around her, and she looked around carefully to see if there was a reason for the disturbance. As she looked around, she noticed that the ruckus was more like concern, and the golden goddess noticed...another god? She was smaller, striped with a cream coat. "Mmm, what have we here?" the goddess spoke, her eyes widening a bit when the smaller goddess whipped her head back to see who spoke. Those eyes that reflected back were full of more concerns than Mana thought necessary.

"Who? Um... what?" Momo knew that her anxieties were attracting attention, but it had only been a few birds that fluttered around her. She had never had much interaction with the birds before, but appreciated their odd concern for her well being. She was hiding on the edge of the Ulili-Mlindaji, not wanting her weeping to attract attention from anyone. She had found little hope in finding someone who remembered her past life. These mistakes that she did not remember, that somehow she was expected to remember were coming back to haunt her. Were there really no memories that stretched that far? She knew that the powe rof seers was fickle, and not always true. Asking her own mortal children to assist her seemed to invite more disaster than to discover the truth.

(to be completed)