Witch & Doctor

Ralla · 02-01-2011, 11:54 PM

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*cue dramatic music with violins that hold the highest note and then go silent*

Ralla looked down momentarilly when Kemo muttered in his sleep, worried about what exactly had made him feint, but reassured of his living health when Alaine told her that he was at the very least still on the mortal plain. If we was receiving some sort of divine intervention from the moon, she wouldn't know; she had never feinted when a revelation had come, but maybe that was because she was trained for they duty. And although Shamans were supposedly the only ones able to hear the moon, Kemo did have the sign of the chosen few; the moon would favor him above the other tribe members, already having stated so by placing the mark on his chest. She could even make out a part of the strange coloration pattern that was a faded black on the male's chest; a curving crescent that was just naturely imprinted in the strands of snowy fur.

Alaine's face held many personas as Ralla gave her explanation, and Ralla's fear of the last sign came to light when the woman answered 'yes'. It would kill Ralla--mostly, it would kill Alaine--when she told her about the last sign. And she just couldn't leave it out; Ralla would feel guilty and be betraying her duty as a Shaman. But Alaine's face; she looked so happy to tell Ralla that she was pregnant; so happy. And Ralla was about to destroy it... Either way she was guilty, and knowing things, for a moment, seemed a burden too heavy to bear. Ralla had only ever lost her mother, but she didn't remember her face much. How would Alaine feel, knowing about the pups inside her were destined for...? Shivering and licking her lips once, Ralla continued on.

"There is...one more sign in Libra's rule for you, Alaine." The next words would be terrible, terrible words; and Ralla would be delivering them. Some 'thank you' for her helping Kemo... "The raven. Sometimes it is seen as a travel guide, but it is mostly affiliated with...evil things. Alaine, these signs are not the same for every Libra living; each is determined differently depending on the person. But... Alaine, I'm so sorry, the pups..." She didn't want to say it; didn't want to see the female's face if she broke. Didn't want to condemn the pups in her. But she hadn't done that; the moon had. And Ralla was only its messenger, not the great deity itself; she was only the messenger... And look what terrible thing it had made her say...

"They will be still-birth..."

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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