S'alright ^w^
Ralla felt warmth not only radiating from the Great Fire, but also from Sanuye as she shared with the white wolf her memories. It was far more comfortable an atmosphere and it allowed Ralla to maybe picture the Great Tribe. Of course she had known that AniWaya was their branch tribe, but Sanuye's rendition aroused more of a deeper connection. It also brought up the question as to why Sanuye would give up the Great Tribe for AniWaya, but Ralla felt strongly that she could never leave AniWaya. And then that stinging pain of betrayal that reminded her when Sanuye asked to describe her old pack. She would, and let the open shame pray be enough to tamp out the memory of her brother and father.
"I came from a pack known as the Crescent Moon Pack, one of four that made the Moon Tribe. There is also the Harvest Moon, Blue Moon, and Blood Moon packs, and each one keeps specialties of different kinds. The Crescent Moon Pack are keepers of ritual and tradition." It was part of the main reason why Ralla had her obsession with the stars and ancient ways; it had been borne into her. "Actually, they are a lot like AniWaya. There're different high deities, but somehow, they all tie in to a central connection and message. They dress much the same, but dressing in some ways actually conveys rank. That happens here, too, doesn't it? Does Chief Dawali wear all those feathers because he is the chief?" Ralla had never wanted to adorn herself so vibrantly, since she saw no point in flaunting a status that no one would see unless summoned by a vision she had had. And if she had decorated herself like a vibrant peacock with feathers and beads and jewelry and robes and paint, she felt that it would be the sign of the end of her freedom, so she held off on all but her necklaces that were symbolistic (one of rank, one of power). "But the Moon Tribe is so much stricter... The laws are sometimes...unfair, even if the beliefs and elders think differently." She paused, thinking for a moment. "Sanuye...even if you loved a place and believed in it with all your heart...had others there depending on you...if you were forced into something you feared most and had to endure forever, would you still stay...?" It sounded like such a childish question--and an unfair one to impose on Sanuye, since the hybrid didn't even know the fine details--but she couldn't help asking the unbiased opinion. For some reason...Ralla felt the need of outside validation; craved the opinions of others because she was so confused on the inside between what she wanted, what others wanted, and what the moon urged her to do.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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