On the search pt 2

[Ralla]

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Nootau now becomes visible ^^

Nodding, Ralla began to lead the man into the territory, head held high in dignity. She had once undergone lessons of dignity and poise, as they were befitting of her previous profession in her native pack, but she had not once thought herself deserving of any right to be haughty. Now, as a Councilman, upholding dignity was quintessential and unavoidable; for the sake of the pack's image, at least, she had to maintain decorum. Ralla did not, however, let the need for being proper dilute any sense of hospitality or friendliness.

Her hut was closer than the Town Hall or the Great Fire, the red maple tree being nearer the edge of the village than the center. From the trees swooped Nootau, golden in the sun and swift as the wind, who screeched the call particular to barn owls and began to fly with Marahute, studying the stranger with interest. Had he not been a spirit, and perhaps more interested in territory and food, she would no doubt bet that the two would've sparred for dominance. Or perhaps the wise old bird would've merely watched the eagle with a hairy eye and kept to himself. One could never tell with spirits. The twin huts were soon in front of them, the observatory a tad higher than the living hut and having an open roof in good weather. The branches above it had been trimmed away some so that there was a clear view of the sky and a small bridge constructed between the platform where the main hut rested and the platform of the observatory--the bridge being little more than some planks nailed to each platform. Ralla led Niro up the rope ladder--taking part of his cargo and quietly leading him past the main hut where the children were napping--and to the observatory, where she offered him a seat and rested his items on what would be the sand table. On the walls were half-finished pictures of fire and animals--stories of the stars and creation--and there were shelves that were only minimally used with bound stacks of paper and impromptu scrolls--the beginings of Ralla's chronicalization of lore. She was personally dying to know the full extent of the visitor's proposition, and so sat forward engaginly in wait for his explanation.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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