The subject of her name was dropped, and Ulilohi was relieved. Instead, the conversation moved on, and Ulilohi nodded with a smile at his suggestion. Certainly, she could show him nut bread. It was easy to make, given that the tribe had collected enough nuts this fall, and somehow she assumed they had not: times had been busy. The crops had suffered for it, as well. Luckily, the thought of the future didn't stay long: how in hell she would manage to get them through winter, when Maska's war had ravaged their crops, their anmials, and their relationships to ther packs? His procrustean leadership had failed, and right then that wasn't what was on her mind anyway. "Perhaps next fall," she stated without thinking about how he couldn't possibly understand what a nut bread, or its tradition, was.
She nodded at him - it was quite a hike. Her bum had been the sorest she had ever felt when she finally arrive, and she was far from an inexperienced rider. Though, perhaps Gvwalodi had something to do with that, as well. "No, there's only AniWaya. It was not meant to be a branch - the rest of us were coming after to settle here too, but we were delayed for years. Eventually, we settled elsewhere." The tribe had been too large to continue moving. It had been a very ambitious plan to begin with, a plan which her aunt had helped build, but when weather and illness struck them down and Ayegali disappeared, hope had been killed and they had needed some stability.
He explained what to do, and she studied the thing again. It was like a pipe, then? Putting its non-burning end to her lips, she drew air through it, but as she would in a pipe. She had expected tobacco, but that was not its taste, though it was not horrible. Its sweet scent multiplied when its smoke hit her taste buds as she kept her mouth closed for a moment, having to consciously think about breathing in additional air like he had suggested. Ulilohi looked at him awkwardly, as if asking if she was doing it right, when she drew in more air through her nose. While it was nothing like she was used to, this custom for smoking didn't seem that bad. Did they all smoke like this? The femme exhaled the smoke as quickly as she would have tobacco smoke and smiled. "It tastes different, but not bad!" she concluded, once her lungs had decided to cooperate. It was different smoking in numerous ways. Brown tail gave a soft wag as she studied him, joint-in-hand. Oh, if she only knew what she had done to her system.
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