The Crowded House

Ralla · 06-06-2011, 03:45 PM

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Y hello there! :3 (Nootau: Visible)

At first, when Ayasha had come home the other day saying how she had met Chief Dawali's brother, Ralla had been flabbergasted. First Chitsa, and now another? All of the Amaras were coming! Not that it was necessarily a bad thing at all, only she could not deny the curiosity of the familial background of the chief. He had always been a kindly father figure to her--wise, caring, just--and she had secretly wondered where his roots had come from. Well, she was certainly being given ample chance. But what she really wanted was to commission the man (for Ayasha had spoken in detail about him, including his profession as a Gatlvska) for a sort of...project, she had going. Not the observatory--since it was blessedly set up and only needed to be furnished--but for the living quarters of the family hut. More than anything, she was deluding herself from the recent disappearance of Kemo. He had gone not that long ago, and she knew that she was only denying the truth, but...it was very hard for her to believe that he was 'gone' gone. Nope; she chose to believe that he was out of the territory for some business. Perhaps she had been too busy and forgotten to tell her? She had often gone on long trips through the neutral territories before their mateship; it had not been uncommon for her absence of four days. Still... Ralla was in such denial that she did not dare consult the stars or Nootau for anything, and blocked all her dreams and visions. She was too afraid.

As she walked to the Town Hall, Nootau flying at a leisurely pace above her, Ralla schooled her features into that of calm composure, stroking the golden feather in her mane to smoothness and then playing with the beads on her necklaces to ease her anxiety. It wouldn't do for her first meeting with the chief's brother to be marred by such worries. "Hello?" she called gently into the structure, tapping a few times on the frame. Nootau alighted on a wooden rack that was used for drying fish, being the ever-patient spirit guide. He knew of her worries, and openly disapproved of her ignorance to discover the truth. Just another day, she kept telling him. But it had already been three days of that. Back to the present, there was a chance that the man was not there--she didn't even know what he looked like aside from Amara-like--but it was the first place that came to mind. "Is there someone named Songan here?"

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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