Word Count→409 — NAYATITITI. Feel Chitsa's...grumpy wrath?
She combed the feathers straight in her hair, pulling out the most disheveled bits only to braid them back into the red-and-brown locks quickly. Padded palms rubbed together before the woman, working to heat up hands still cold from their dip in the AniWayan river. What was there for her to do? How could she make herself useful to her brother while in the arms of the family he had created? She knew the easiest thing for her to do would be finding wood for the Great Fire; yes, that was the perfect job for the moment, to help her ease back into the life she had missed in the Great Tribe. Her body turned on orange toes to face the forest until a familiar voice caught her attention, causing the blue-eyed woman to glance back over her shoulder. Nayati Utina, the handsome friend from childhood, was not greeted with a smile. In fact, she scowled in his direction, crossing her arms and twisting once more in order to properly gaze at him.
"Nayati." There was a faint bob to her head as she offered a comfortable greeting to him. She'd seen the man recently, as he had stopped to see her briefly upon his visit to the Great Tribe, and he looked no different then than he did before, though she could more clearly smell the scent of his mate on the air around him. Chitsa knew, as she expected others did, that Nayati Utina had once adored her niece, yet he stood before her a mated man with someone else; she didn't find the mateship distasteful, but was still displeased that he had not chosen to stay with Asha. It was hard for her to see that Asha had left him behind.
Fingers returned to her hair in order to comb at the waved strands while she entertained his company. "I came for Dawali." She wasn't yet ready to tell the news of the attacks on the Great Tribe to others outside of her Kalona brother, as she was not yet ready for their sympathy. Still reeling from the sudden loss of Kotori, she was unsure if she desired to hear empathy in the voices of others, just as she was unsure if she would truly find herself 'over' the loss of her mate. For Chitsa, it was simply better to avoid the topic entirely, and so she did. "And yourself? Apart from living a life away from us."
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