The Blind Can See

Ralla · 10-04-2010, 09:48 PM

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Gosh, took me long enough -w-

Their walk continued to the stables, their last stop before Ralla would take Kemo to see if Chief Dawali was present. Her chief was so busy lately that she rarely saw him, but she was ever hopeful to see the kind wolf who had offered her this home. Kemo's description sent Ralla's mind almost to a different time, where her eyes saw not the autumn leaves or red tongues of the Great Fire, but the ever-night sky illuminated with the hundreds upon thousands of stars. His birth-sign and circumstances are...strange. Sagittarius is the sun symbol; promising in a warrior; for honor, justice, and righteousness. But the moon... To be born at night under the sun sign is to have a side unexplored, especially with Sagittarius's dual face where he can switch a moral to suit his own ends. Kemo seems fine, and all of the things a good Sagittarius should be, if not better because of the mark. Only the moon appearing, and the death of his siblings... Did it appear to watch over him because he was to bring destruction, or because his future was bright? The death of Kemo's siblings disturbed Ralla's near-clear perception the most. To be the only survivor is a lucky thing, but having Sagittarius's sign was a tricky, tricky thing to tamper with. Supposedly their Shaman said nothing about the mark because they wanted to see whether he lived up to or down to the mark. Therefore...I cannot tell him.

So she did something most uncommon for her; she lied...if not by ommitance.

"Sagittarius is a good sign. He is the sign of a righteous warrior, and the crescent moon mark... Is unimportant for the moment." Of course it's important, just...not right now... She tried consoling herself with that twist of words, and it had to suffice. Until she had a sand pit set up to chart the stars properly or until she had time to calm her mind for a proper vision, she resorted to the oldest trick of the Shamans; advice in riddles. The guitless excuse to giving an answer. She left the toy horse near the house door where she had first met Liliana with a far away expression as she tried to sort through there and then how to handle any more of Kemo's questions regarding the mark, although she hoped he left it well enough alone and took what she gave him. "They probably didn't want you to worry or dwell on what would or would not be. And you shouldn't," No, he shouldn't at all, "worry. The moon takes care of all wolves and dogs and hybrids. Even if life turns out sad or hard, it is because the moon knows there's a paradise at the end."

Such loaded words, but it was Ralla's firm belief that all clouds had a silver lining, and that happiness could be found for all those who sought it. The visions the moon graced her with were purely subjective, changeable, and completely up to the individual if they changed their course. The moon did not interfere with the wolves once it had set its challenges for them...usually.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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