For Ayasha. Mongwau is present, but not visible or audible. Chitsa is in Optime. Set near the Town Hall.
The early-morning dew had sufficiently soaked into the rusty fur of Chitsa as she worked to peel the bark from a particularly bark-covered stick. Much to her frustration, her head was throbbing, leaving her unable to proactively work in the forest; since the death of Kotori in the months before, she found herself suffering more physical pain without reason. Mongwau had noticed also. Silently, he sat at her side, pecking at the ground as if he were a farmland creature. Chitsa laughed at the antic. "I don't think you're meant to do that." The guide paused, twisting his head in a way unnatural for any other animal as his wide eyes gazed at his spiritual charge. He gave no response. For the time she'd had the owl's companionship and guidance, Mongwau had never spoken words understandable by the red wolf Gata Hineyu — this fact often caused more confusion and frustration for the woman than comfort. As it was, she didn't want speech. Her head ached, after all.
She stretched out her legs before her, carefully removing the feathers and from her braided hair. One, two, three, soon she had a viable pile of fiery decorations in reds and yellows and browns. The braids were combed loose with her fingers, leaving gently waved locks of charcoal and chocolate in their wake. The beads that were left, in various shades of red and orange, butted together to create noise; sure, it wasn't beneficial for hunting, but she had no need to hunt. Nimble fingers started the task of re-braiding, taking the waved strands and forming twists of various width, many with her colored feathers included. Handling her mane was a tedious effort, but one that the youngest Amara daughter handled weekly. A song came forth as she fixed the decorations, the rough singing voice of the Fire Tender breaking the silence around her; folk songs had always been something enjoyed by Chitsa, though she wasn't, by any means, an adept songstress.
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