(J)Total Eclipse of the Heart

Ralla · 03-08-2011, 11:00 PM

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I think the official mating happens during their leave, and the marriage after the plot with Anathema. That okay with you, Marit? (*note to Kemo: It's her turn nao Tongue )

Moon knew how hot and cold she was burning that day; it also knew that she had every reason to be so emotional. Blizzards were never a thing to scoff at, even for those who had grown up with them. "That's not necessarily true, Kemo," she said, referring to the red on snow. "It may not have happened exactly as I had thought, but that was my fault. I overthinked the situation and made it sound worse than it was. The moon...it's capricious, and perhaps it talks in more riddles than the Moon Tribe Shamans. But you're right; we will endure." She sighed heavily, tired from the emotional stress of the days. She was grateful to have his presence there, if only to soothe her nerves back into place.

Not just after thinking that she was finally going to calm down, he did it again. Kemo had a habit of stirring her up inside and mayhap leaving her just as confused and wind-blown as the storm had left their tribal lands. And it was her fault, she supposed, giving him the ammo to do so in the first place. He called her name and she looked, but her mind barely registered his face moving down--precise despite his blindness, quick despite assumed unsure place--as he kissed her. It was gentle, the tips of their noses rubbing softly and their lips meeting like a shy encounter in a field of clover, but Ralla's heart sped to the beat of war drums even though her body remained still in shock. Had anyone been looking on at the landscape of snow, the two would be indescernable from the world, Sugar a lone horse standing aimlessly. But in their own little world they were safe in that cocoon of concealment, though Kemo tried to conceal nothing. They parted and she breathed, her eyes still wide, her cheeks flushed to a burning so intense that she thought she might turn into the Great Fire; at a kiss. She was a woman, now, and she was reacting like a juvenile. It only showed how deep her upbringing had etched into her persona.

There were perks to Kemo's blindness; he couldn't see her embarassment or shame, couldn't see her awkward faux pas, couldn't judge her. Ralla doubted he would mind or judge in the first place, but it was a comfort to know that her facial expressions that she wanted to hide most could at least remain a secret, since he was the only one who ever seemed to get them to rise from the chest in her heart. But he sounded as elated as she had been just moments before when he agreed to stay that it eased her personal insecurity. She would just have to accept that he loved her, and she wanted to believe that even if he could see, he would not mind the awkwardness of her body or the betrayel of her familial pack. "Thank you," she whispered amongst the silence of the snow, letting their feelings hang in the air if only for a while longer to keep the rest of the world at bay.

Time caught up with them and formalities came with it. More than formalities, Kemo had to ask first for Chief Dawali's permission to join. It terrified Ralla to think what Kemo would have to do if he was rejected, but she did not know her Chief to refuse a potential member without just cause. She prayed that he had not caught wind of Kemo's crimes, as she had already promised herself to help him repent. She took Sugar back to the stables and left him in the able hands of Liliana, rejoining the horse with his herd, and then took Kemo by his large hand to the Town Hall. Snow still piled on the roof, she went through the open doorway after knocking, alerting Chief Dawali to their intrusion. She had known that he had sustained an injury from the winds that had beat the land, but she had not found out the severity till after the Great Fire had been rekindled. Just as well, since she would have been far too emotionally distraught to perform any sort of ceremony had she known the full extent beforehand. But her Chief was now resting in the Hall and she bowed her traditional bow--kneeling on one knee, hand on the ground, head bent--since this was a heartfelt request and thus needed to be displayed so.

"Chief Dawali, this is Kemo," she introduced the two. "Kemo, Chief Dawali. Kemo has come here to join AniWaya." Ralla said it all very simply, standing up and then out of the way of the two so that they may converse. Whatever Ralla said, the final choice was up to her Chief, and he could not judge the man on her recomendation alone, although she would readily vouch for Kemo should the need arise. She looked back and forth between the two, refusing to think of the less than pleasant alternatives, some of which she deemed impossible before even puzzling them out. Seeing her Chief so humbled by the storm hurt Ralla, too, because she was supposed to know some sort of medicine. Her previous training had included botany and herbology, as well as ways to mend such things that inflicted inner pains. But so filled with the stars and legends was her head that all else had escaped her grasp, trickling through as if sifted from the rest.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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