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Ralla · 04-02-2011, 10:13 AM

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She nodded at Liev's description because, really, how else could one describe loneliness? It was a topic that Ralla tried to avoid for as long and often as possible. She hated loneliness, even if sometimes she confined herself. In her defense, she did not do it more than once a month, and usually the moments of solitude were for ceremony or ritual. She went about gathering twigs from the trees--dry and good for tinder--and set to work breaking them up to make a start for a small fire. Without her tinder set, she would have to start the fire the old fashion way; rubbing two sticks together. It was a very basic skill that might take time, but not so terribly long. Luckily, in Nova Scotia, the fauna was so varied that she had no problem finding wood other than pine and evergreen, which was far too moist to start a fire.

There was a silence--not that which she found completely unpleasant, but she could tell that Liev stumbled for some words at one point--and she smiled, also wondering what to talk about. She looked to the side, watching as the man cleaned the meal and...dripped the blood into a vial? "Might I ask what you're doing?" she said, indicating the vial. She had heard of collecting blood for paint, and that was only done in her previous tribe for rituals and to decorate the shamanic cave. For what purpose did Liev save it for?

The fire finally started to go and, leaning close to the ground and blowing gently on the young embers, Ralla coaxed a flame from the nothingness; truly magic. She added the larger pieces of wood--quite haphazard pieces, she might add, since she did not have her ax to clean the wood up into uniform logs--and let the flame consume them, watching it grow larger. She noticed that Liev had graciously taken the liberty of skewering his prey, and so she set up the sticks as she might have done if she were cooking fish; the sticks angled slightly towards the flames, sticking firmly out of the ground. It was a technique more suited to smoking fish, but they were neither in the right place or had the requisite amount of time, but it would certainly do, rather than the two of them rotating the skewers by hand. "So, Liev," she said, attempting to start out the conversation anew, "what attracted you to caring for animals? You seem like you'd be more suited to being a warrior?" In truth, Ralla loved animals, too--or, more specifically, ones that she didn't hunt...--but although she cared for the fire as if it were a living animal, she was curious as to the finer details of the duty. She could've always asked Liliana, but there was always more than one perspective to the trade, and she knew quite well that Liliana cared for the tribe's horses with all her heart.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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