Written in the Stars

Ralla · 12-15-2010, 01:12 PM

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Yep Tongue Ralla's hut's up in that red oak tree (she has a thing for trees >.>)

She had smelled her Chief approaching, and she turned to bow her head respectfully as he greeted her. "Good evening, Chief Dawali." She had not expected her Chief to be up and about when so many of the tribe were indoors, but then thought; where was her excuse? "How've you been faring?" Behind her were those messy drawings, and Ralla felt her cheeks go almost red with the thought that her Chief might see them illuminated by her personal fire.

Turning her head skywards, the white wolfess tried to distract her Chief from them. "They're beautiful, aren't they? The stars." It wasn't an empty compliment. Each and every star held its place amongst the constellations, holding special meaning, its own fire. "Have you ever wondered, Chief Dawali, if they liked to play tricks?" She asked without thought that he might not know what she talked about, so often did she relapse into familiar talking that she forgot that AniWaya did not have the same beliefs as what she was raised with. Still... I wonder if they aren't so tricky? How else could all that has happened happen without their or the moon's power? But there was comfort in the way the she became calm with her Chief and tribesmembers; it signaled that she was allowing herself to become more a part of them. Allowing for one to join does not make them a part of the people. One must feel a part for it to be true. Ages had gone by since she had seen a vision, although signs were frequent. No warnings had come for the tribe, although Ralla always kept on her toes about her own future. Perhaps that was the reason that Shamans were always kept apart from the rest of the pack... Theirs was unpredictable...

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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