The Fire in our Hearts

[Ralla]

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It's catch up day! >:O

Ralla laughed warmly as she finally settled back into the reality of the mortal world, seeing the little girl get all excited over it. She remembered when she, too, was very young, and so easily stirred by the stories. Even though she still loved them dearly, she supposed that having them once drilled into her head had calmed her physical reactions. "A spirit guide is a soul of a deceased animal from the mortal world," she said, holding Nootau out on her arm for the girl to have a better look, her voice once more slipping into the story-teller that she instinctually was. "They are sent here to guide us and help us down our chosen--or right--paths. It is said that if a spirit guide helps his charge to fulfill one of his or her destiny paths, they will earn their place permanently amongst the Great Spirits. Still, if not the highest of the spirits, they are to be greatly respected, because they are our teachers and guardians." Looking into Nootau's ink-black eyes, the two sent out a silent communication that did not include words or even the transference of images and emotions through the mind (which only Nootau could send anyway). No; this was the plain old-fashioned understanding of selves and each other that was inherent in the bond between wolf and spirit guide.

"Well..." Ralla started in consideration of the girl's next question. She honestly could not say for sure; she didn't make the decisions, and she didn't want to get the girl's hopes up. "If the Great Spirits think that you need the guidance and stay within the tribe, they may grace you with one. They only come to AniWayans, and to be AniWayan means to be a part of the family--not by blood, but by spirit. Just by being here and being a part of the tribe, you are family." Yes, that was a proper answer, Ralla thought. It was all true, and not a promise of anything for certain. How it would break the white woman's heart if she promised something she could not deliver to such a young child... "By the way, what is your name, little one? Do you like it here?" But oh, how she loved children. They were always so active, and they were the future of the tribe, for the matter. She looked back to Leon. "She seems quite charming," she said with complete seriousness, even as she felt her own young stir within her. The little things were quite restless...

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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