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They said nothing, but repeated his actions as they slowly robbed the Great Fire of air, sand covering the embers underneath and causing them to die. He stopped when he saw that they were all nearly dead, but still warm, and easy to rekindle from the embers he had brought before. These embers were lit ceremoniously and for this purpose, carried in a box he had been lucky to have brought with him here. He would never have been able to build it himself, that much was for certain. Despite its strange looks and scorched insides, all those holes and chambers somehow kept the embers alive for a decent amount of time, and now he waited until everyone stepped away before he pushed some of the large logs away and poured the embers into the center, throwing carefully dried pieces of bark and twigs on top to encourage fire. In not long, flames were roaring again, but he continued to feed it twigs - larger and larger ones as the flames persisted - as he spoke, for there was still one task left before the formalities were over. Logs on the inside soon caught fire again, already warm from before. "Now, as the fire is again alive, we will all offer something to it, in the hopes that the powers of our world will make our autumn as splendid as our summer has been." He moved back to where the different bundles lay, and quickly found the two small ones he was looking for. As an example to everyone else, he opened the smallest one, and showed them its contents before they were tossed into the fire. The little sea-shell did not burn so much as... roast, perhaps, and was soon a totally different color than the purest white it had been. Chitsa, his sister, had once collected them, and he had found it along the shore when traveling some moons ago, keeping it as a memory of her and the rest of his family in the Great Tribe. Wordlessly he opened the second package and started to toss little handfuls of the dried herb onto the flames. The tobacco gave off a pleasant smell as it burned, and a completely different air rose from the fire, now. Somehow thicker, it seemed to the Chief that it was laden with the greater powers of their world.