Ahhh, the sweet thread for a story <3
Since becoming an Otlvna Gata, Ralla had continued as she had done before, but now she took not only more pride, but more duties. She continued practicing her fire dancing since she had learned it, and now brushed up further on AniWaya's lore. With her old tribe's beliefs and AniWaya's steadily filling her head, not much room was left for anything other than memories. She had begun to teach Desiree, the tribe's only young one, more about the fire since she then had the authority to do so, and she smiled when she told the tales as well, because it was as if she were learning them all for the first time, too. She had firmly stated her resolve to remain a part of AniWaya to her brother, and even though they were set to leave in the spring either way, she would always return to her true home; not only because she had found family there, but because of the strange feelings stirring in her concerning Kemo.
It was the night after she had returned from her short getaway to the north, but fatigue was not in her, as Sugar had been more than accomadting and quick enough to get them home in a timely manner. He was sleeping, now, in the stables with Liliana to care for him, and she stood around the Great Fire, feeding it with tinder to last it through the night. She was happy that she could now interact directly with the spiritual icon, and its flame gave her warmth beyond her pelt. In the dim night, overcast with clouds, its light continued its bright beacon of refuge. Always would she serve it, her tribe, and her chief; without doubt, it was her mission from the moon.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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