The Fire that Fills Us with Passion will Never Die

Ralla · 08-06-2011, 12:43 AM

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"Oh, Ayasha. Good timing," Ralla said with a smile as she paused to see her daughter coming up behind her. She was also pleased to see a bird alight on the white girl's shoulder and then speak quite clearly--a feat not often managed by mortal, normal birds. Which could only mean one thing. She nodded respectfully to the bird--a blue jay--and giggled when Nootau gave the bird a quiet clicking of his beak. "I see you've found a charge," was all he said, a comment more than a response. Nootau was not often one for words, but was more of an...observer. The barn owl turned his head to Ayasha and looked at her with those inkwell eyes. "Careful that Dichali does not talk you into trouble." At that Ralla gave her own spirit guide a raised eyebrow, a look that said 'a guide guiding a guide?' Well, there have been stranger things, but Ralla trusted that there wouldn't be a spirit guide that didn't have a clue to what its duty was; if Dichali was a spirit guide, then he would fulfill his duty rightly.

"I thought to mark the tree as ours," the mother said a little too simply, stroking the marked bark with her palm. She was almost finished. "A 'family totem', almost." When Ayasha came next to her, Ralla patted her head and stroked her hair like she had when she was younger, looking at the tree with her daughter. "Yes, just like that. But when the Spirit Oak broke from the earth from the snowstorm, it lost its connection to the earth, and so it is no longer half as powerful as it once was. But with this tree, we can carve our family's spirit guides, so that they may protect our later generations as well. Think of it, sweeheart; we are the beginnings of a family tradition." Not to say that the idea of the tradition was theirs to start, but the act of doing it for their home was quite theirs. "We must carve in Dichali as well," she said after a moment of contemplation. "And you must be the one to do it." So saying, Ralla finished a line or two--Nootau's carving being nothing more than the outline of a barn owl, since Ralla was not a skilled Gatlvska like Shiloh or Claudius--before giving the knife over to Ayasha. "Take your time." At being asked where the pups were, Ralla nodded behind the woodstock pile that was leaning against the trunk of the tree. Despite her having lost her position as Etikaiele Gata, the white mother still had a large stock of the lumber, the tower being held in check by two wooden posts that kept the logs from rolling away. And just around the corner, as she said, Alaster and Ahiga were wrestling, Aleu debating on whether or not it was worth her time to get her fur dirty.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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