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Here is how it works: I'm roleplaying as if Dawali has gone around to let everyone know what's going to happen the night before, so that everyone are prepared and know what to do. They gather around the circular ceremonial stone ground by the great ceremonial fire, in the north part of the village, right by the Town Hall. All members have been asked to bring one white item (white, or painted white for the occasion) for sacrifice. This item can be anything from a weapon or a tool to a rock, but they must carry some amount of emotional value for the owner. Roleplay as if your character has already arrived, please, unless you intend for them to be late! 
We follow post order, and skip the person who is due should they take longer than 4 days to respond when it's their turn.
Each offered their little packets to the fire, and they stood and watched them burn for a while in silence, with the air filling with the scent of burning tobacco, sending trails of slightly denser smoke to the sky. His own nose drank the scent in eagerly. He did smoke a pipe so and so often, but it smelled wholly different when mixed with the earthy scents of the Great Fire — closer to home and closer to his family. It was in moments like these that his mind flew to them, as if the roar of the flames in front of him somehow enabled his thoughts to reach them, wherever they were. He was the only one, now, that had not gone there, and sometimes he doubted his place in the tribe completely. After all, who was he, leading a tribe, a family, when his own family had chosen to be elsewhere? But as all moments, this one was short and passed by as quickly as any, and then it was time for more festive activities than to ponder on one's past and future. Turning abruptly, he felt a large smile split his face into two as he slapped his hands together forcefully. "Right! Food and music and dance for everyone!" Still smiling, he stepped to the side and threw his arm out in a broad movement, presenting the foods in a pile behind him. A variety of fresh and dried fish and meats, berries, roots and fruits, and some nut bread for those that wanted to sink their teeth into something wholly different. Some drums and flutes lay there, and another packet of tobacco for those that wanted to smoke. He moved quickly into the others and settled just on the edge of the paved ceremonial ground, pulling up his flute and starting a merry tune. He no longer remembered its name, but it was simple and yet urged the body to dance. The Chief played sitting down, but even still his body bounced from side to side with the rhythms of the melody, his moment of doubt already forgotten.