Soi alasgvda, aginelii

Dawali Amara · 05-15-2011, 06:20 PM

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Slight powerplay of Ralla, hope this is okay Smile 500+

Would the glory of his tribe ever cease to amaze him? During his healing period, he had had ample time to observe his tribesmembers, and for every minute that he did so he grew more and more impressed with them. They were thriving. They were thriving and growing and stronger than ever, and he bore his pride openly, cane or no cane. Dressed ceremoniously, he patiently watched those proud AniWayans gather on the paved ceremonial ground, waiting for his announcement. The Great Fire warmed him, though the air was warm enough already, but while other fires could warm a wolf too much, the heat from the Great Fire was always welcome to him. He had nurtured it and fed its hunger for a long time, and now it was time for those duties to pass on to another familiar face, and hers beamed from where she stood next to him, awaiting the arrival of the tribe.

He did not expect that more faces would have time to get there, and quickly stilled that little murmur that conversations made in a crowd, demanding all their eyes on him. Smiling, he turned to his pale-pelted friend and trusted council member, and placed one hand on her shoulder, before speaking to the tribe. "Ralla's recently made the tribe's Council, for her loyalty and her devotion to our tribe. But while her loyalty and devotion to the tribe has been obvious to anyone who meets her, her devotion to the Great Fire far outshines those contributions to our tribe.This is saying something!" he exclaimed, smiling. "She has tended our sacred beacon with great care for a long time - and now is the time to recognize her hard work."

She turned as he picked his gear up from the ground, and he dipped a very dense brush he had salvaged into the bright red dye. Focusing intensely, he brushed the shape of a red flame onto the pale furs of her back. The symbol was simple, and he spoke as he brushed over it a second time, covering it properly in color. "Ralla, you have deserved the rank of Etikaiele Gata." In silence, he bent to put his dyes and brush on the ground, only to pick up an elaborately decorated leather satchel. He held it very carefully as he presented it to her, reluctant to actually wrap its strap onto her - it was old, after all. Though sturdy, he would leave its use up to her. "This is the carrier of our sacred embers, and a vessel for the spirit of our people. You have earned its trust." he said loudly. Perhaps one of the most sacred of all he relics, Dawali was in awe at even just holding it then. He had used it many times before, stepping in for the lacking Master Fire Keeper, but it had never been his. "Wakan Tankan Nici Un - May the Great Spirit Walk with You," he said finally, bowing with closed eyes to his friend, and the tribe's newest Master.

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