This was peace. No sounds but the merry crackling of the fire, hissing and popping with abandon, the scent of woodsmoke and pine, the rush of warmth. Though her eyes were closed and her senses all but shut down she was truly alive in this moment and she erred not in her fluid graceful movements. The unlit fire stave balanced on the tips of her fingers glided through the air effortlessly. If she were to tilt her hand slightly to the left the staff would take a curious arching path around her body; to the right and it would delve into a spiral.
Her spirit guide, her loyal friend and companion, was at her side as he always was even when she could not see him. The bleached buffalo had folded his legs beneath him and gazed at her, the red of the fire reflecting in his dark dark eyes. As she moved her voice was a soft murmur, a breathless whisper upon the night. Playing back her learned verses and phrases that she had knowledge of. Tamai Waki spoke up every now and again to correct her pronunciation and so she increased her fluency in a language that was not her own.
The evening had long ago given away to true night, above her the stars shine down with their pure light, watching over her like her ever present spirit guide.
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