bring the corn and bear the fruit

Unatsikanogeni Adahy · 08-19-2012, 06:40 PM

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For Saqui! Fore-dated a couple of days I guess. x3 Both Unatsi and I are clueless. :|

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There were various herbs to be harvested, and so Unatsikanogeni Adahy trudged purposefully toward the watery areas of the Tribe lands to do his part. He walked with an awkward swagger, arms slightly swinging and chin lifted with a great show of bravado—although his tail seemed to want to creep between his legs and he sometimes had to swat it aside. At his belt hung the hand-scythe, meant to behead the evil plants and harvest their bodies or whatever it was for. This, too, he was very conscious of, often shifting his gait to keep the rusty edge from biting into his hip.

All in all, Unatsi made for a pathetic picture. As usual.

He heard laughter beside him and drew comfort from that, seeing the doe materialize from the corner of his eye and bound beside him. Soon he abandoned his determined stride, running carefree beside his spirit guide until she reached the thick of the woods near the streams, where she turned neatly on her small hooves and bowed her head to him. She managed to murmur the same old advice he always heard before she disappeared again, leaving him on his own.

The Tsulvwisdanehi smiled again, pushing his beaded mane back from his shoulder as he knelt near some of the plants. He’d learned a lot of their names, especially those of the particular berries he’d snacked on during the fast, but he still didn’t trust his knowledge completely. Once he’d gotten close to one leafy specimen, he realized why.

“Gado usdi gadanvte?” Unatsi asked, falling back down on his rump and staring at the clusters of herbs growing around the water. He didn’t even know where to start!

Image courtesy of wanderingsoul-stox@deviantART

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