05-06-2009, 10:13 AM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Word Count: 482 The ceremonial feeling broke as the pups failed to pay attention, and Dawali felt a small irritation poking his side. Well, it was all good and well that they were here, he was glad for that. Still he had expected them to sit still at least a moment or two, especially since Ocèane was here, and she seemed to quite enjoy the role of substitute mother when Tayui wasn't around. Looking to the more mature female pup, Dawali had to repress a chuckle as she was clearly affected by the tobacco, and quite happily so. When he was standing there in front of everyone like this he could do nothing to hinder the children in breaking up the attention between them and himself. Bending down to Attila, he would have to be strict now, but he had children of his own - he knew the deal. Hush, Attila. Be silent, it's not polite to just demand food like you just did. This is something important, ok? His voice was low, nearly a whisper, and not angry by far, but stern. Straightening up again, the male resumed his task and looked at the others present, gaze wandering from person to person. Obviously, it was not the children's fault that they did not know formality and how to behave in such a situation, but it still made him slightly annoyed. Hopefully he would gain everyone's attention again as soon as he spoke up again. It seemed everyone had smelled the tobacco, and if they had not they could still move in while he continued to speak. The little package was soon burnt up anyway, for the fire was quite hungry. The spring ritual was short, but the celebration was not. Turning around, the male bent to the large heap and moved the meat that rested on top of it away, revealing a considerable heap of fine sand. Turning back again to the tribesmembers, he formed his hands like a bowl and took sand in it - throwing it onto the flames. To symbolize the dying winter and the new-born spring, we kill the fire with sands, only to relight it. It is a refreshing ritual, and it should also be performed in every household that has its own hearth. The new hearth must be re-kindled from the embers of the new great fire. One glance went to Ember herself as he uttered her sacred namesake, before he returned to his task. We should all take part in the quenching of the fire. Please, help me kill the flames. Hopefully, the children might find this amusing - to be allowed to throw sand onto a fire. Turning around again, Dawali grabbed another handful of sand and aimed at the embers at the bottom. If everyone took part it would not take long, and then Attila would get his will - hopefully before any more interruptions. |