Look Through My Eyes

Ralla · 04-25-2011, 12:46 PM

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...What? @_@ Forgive this sappy post: my moods switch and dictate what I write without any sort of mental control that I have >.>

His answer was given with a moment of consideration, although Ralla had not expected the answer. Everyone believed in something, no matter how great or small the belief was; god or not taken into consideration. Oh, she had heard of the gods of other religions; why not? Although, with this in mind, perhaps belief was skimming more along the lines of faith. Jefferson continued the sentence, trailing off with a name. The name of a woman, by the sound of it. The scarred man broke eye contact, signaling it as a sore subject. Ralla smiled kindly, in understanding before continuing. "'Belief' doesn't mean you have to believe in a higher power," she said almost sagely, quietly. "If I didn't have the Great Spirits, I would no less believe that the sun rises and sets, or that the seasons change." This was true; belief did not change fact, or what one could accomplish by one's self."'Believing' in another being is just the same as believing in another power; we can accomplish much, although who to thank for our strength? Well, that just completes the circle of questions," she went on, taking a loose twig from the fire and gently throwing it further into the tongues of red. "Please forgive my rambling; I find it easier to sort my own thoughts if I speak them aloud sometimes."

His next words did nothing to alleviate the flush in her cheeks. To hear this from a non-AniWayan was very high in meaning as well as it would've been from a pack mate, but she could see that her attempts at modesty had failed. She giggled at his last words, as if she were a pup being told to weather medicine that was necessary. "Thank you," she said, turning to him with true gratitude in her eyes. "That really means a lot. When I first came here, I was nervous that I could never be AniWayan because I was not of their blood. But I knew differently later. I saw that being AniWayan was not only a title, but a family tie deeper than birth rite. I'm sure Chief Dawali thinks of you similarly." Standing, Ralla made check around the perimeter of the fire--looking for loose embers or logs--before she returned to face Jefferson. "He would not trust his tribe with just anyone lightly."

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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